Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Wales was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and
It remains the same in the you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these gang-bang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just it's 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, range
Quick with the heat on 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 mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole
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 the bitch in the back
The in me feels for the lust
But the in me makes me want to bust
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive through all the wards
up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha 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
that cock back
Quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got stacks so my excel
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 nigga o'
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' money from the train
They even counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death is every second makes me sweat
So I have what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to their city up
with Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some and hail us some weed
He offered me a
He have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
Trying ta reach my destiny
these two bags o' cash
44's cocked I making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the rush, at the gold rush
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)