Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Wales was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're see the morgue
But if too slow
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, niggas gang-bang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through 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 back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
Searching for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It just like it's 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you 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 lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about bank to gank
Which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to skirt in the corner
So I the bitch in the back
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me to bust
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we down more
To survive through all the wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like cock back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got's o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and
I got so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach wit my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

Azz]
Two o' money from the train heist
They ain't even it up
mounted it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is second makes me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my white horsey with three in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us weed
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
Trying ta my destiny fast
It's two bags o' cash
44's I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept
(At the rush, at the gold rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)