Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for rings and chains
It remains the in the year 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 strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the you're gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, through Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot
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 fearless Four
Searching for this on the map
The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
And a trigger is how I ride

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, shooting
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I you at the Wild Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
With DPG on Wanted 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 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 want to
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive through all the round
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
that cock back
Quick to my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's lots o' stashed in money bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my excel
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga o' course
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
a dusty 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

[Bad
Two o' money from the train heist
They 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 second makes me
So I have what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five 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 reach my fast
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I making no mo' stops
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the strike of
I 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)