Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was for robbing trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cause if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're see the morgue
But if you're too
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 niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless 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 look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, shooting
Quick with the on their hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we
coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
With DPG on every poster
Let me think which bank to gank
Which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the
So I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me want to
Back to the drawing board
we drawn down more
To survive through all the round
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock
Quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's lots o' cash stashed in bags
Worthy for all the Russian 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 a nigga o' course
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed 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

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Two sacks o' from the train heist
They ain't counted it up
Just it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my
I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So I gotta what I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught miles west
Sell us 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 my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
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, counted my
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)