Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey was known for robbing trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, 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 twelve one of gon' drop
If you're quick on the you're gon' 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, these 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 ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and we slip in the whorehouse 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 rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on more strange
to heat, shooting range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral
I heard of ya
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high we ride
coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on Wanted poster
Let me about which bank to gank
Which fellow ta and which teller to shank
I want all the you got in stacks
Attached to skirt in the corner
So I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me me want to bust
Back to the drawing board
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive through all the wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket
that cock back
Quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
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 stacks so my stacks
Hop in the wit my twelve Clydesdales 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
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' money from the heist
They ain't even it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
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 rush and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
He didn't have a 20 he had beads-pipe smoke
I choked
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Trying ta my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
cocked I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five minutes the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept
(At the rush, at the gold rush
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)