Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for robbing 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 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 one of y'all gon' 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, real
I ain't no Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta it)
It feels just like it's
And a trigger is how I ride

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, shooting
Quick with the heat on hip
Jesse James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
With DPG on Wanted poster
Let me think about bank to gank
Which fellow ta and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to this in the corner
So I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me want to
Back to the down board
Nowadays we down more
To through all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or pockets 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
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I lots 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 Clydesdales and
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga o' course
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

[Bad
Two sacks o' money the train heist
They even counted it up
Just it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
Pass through a run-down town 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 West
On my white horsey three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
Sell us some and hail us some weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
ta reach my destiny fast
It's these two bags o'
44's cocked I ain't making no mo'
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)