Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
layin everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cos if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon'
If you're quick on the draw you're see the morgue
but if you're too
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, these gangbang
The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searchin for location on the map
The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
and a trigger look-a-day is how I

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, shootin
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I seen you at th e Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
with DPG on Wanted poster
Let me about which bank to gank
which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
attached to skirt in the corner
so I snatched the bitch in the
The Dogg in me feels for the
but the hogg in me makes me wanna
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive thru all the wards
up or saddle up and shake the scene
or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that back
quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I gots lots o' cash stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got stacks so my excell
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It no stoppin young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two sacks o' money the train heist
They even counted it up
just it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls my poster
I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
so I gotta have I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
on my white horsey with three in my napsack
Giddy up, the town I rode thru
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five west
sell us some beads and hail us some
He me a toke
he didn't have a 20 he had they smoke
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
tryin ta my destiny fast
It's these two bags o'
44's cocked I ain't no mo' stops
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
at the gold rush, at the gold
at the, at the, at the)