Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for robbing and things
Laying down for diamond rings and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And that's just the 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 drop
If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, niggas gang-bang
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
And a trigger is how I ride

On and on and on it's strange
Time to heat, range
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole
The roller coaster
On a holster
With DPG on every Wanted
Let me think about which bank to
Which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
to this skirt in the corner
So I snatched the in the back
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me to bust
Back to the drawing board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket
Like that back
Quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's o' cash stashed in money bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A on my side to shoot a nigga o' course
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' money the train heist
They ain't even it up
mounted it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second me sweat
So I have what I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my white with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, five miles west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had they smoke
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Trying ta my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
cocked I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)