Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the from the ol' school
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve one of gon' drop
If you're on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping 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 back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searching for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It feels just it's 1865
And a look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's strange
Time to heat, shooting
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every poster
Let me think which bank to gank
Which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the
So I snatched the bitch in the
The in me feels for the lust
But the in me makes me want to bust
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive through all the round
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock
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 for all the plans and plots
I got's lots o' cash stashed in bags
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' from the train heist
ain't even counted it up
Just it up
Rode west 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 makes me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had beads-pipe smoke
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Trying ta reach my destiny
these two bags o' cash
44's cocked I ain't making no mo'
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)