Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and
Laying everybody down for diamond and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cause if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
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 draw gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, niggas gang-bang
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, through Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
And a trigger is how I ride

On and on and on it's more
to heat, shooting range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I heard of ya
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every poster
Let me think about which bank to
Which fellow ta and which teller to shank
I want all the you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the
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 down
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock
Quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got's lots o' cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon my platoon where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
between my homies and ride the sunset

[Bad
Two sacks o' money from the train
They even counted it up
Just it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second me sweat
So I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us 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
ta reach my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I ain't no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)