Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and
Laying everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the in the year 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 from the ol' school
it's 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 on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if you're too
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 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 fearless Horsemen
Searching for location 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 with the on their hip
Young Jesse James to test your aim
I you at the Wild Horny Corral
I heard of ya
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 rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to
Which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
Attached to skirt in the corner
So I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the in me makes me want to bust
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like cock back
Quick to pull my
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got's lots o' cash stashed in money
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 horse
A on my side to shoot a nigga o' course
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

[Bad
Two sacks o' money from the heist
They ain't even it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass through a town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me
So I have what I can get
word 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
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and us some weed
He offered me a
He didn't a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I choked
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Trying ta reach my fast
It's two bags o' cash
44's cocked I making no mo' stops
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)