Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Laying down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And that's just the rules set by the fool 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 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 Four Horsemen, that's the I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the 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 then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searching for 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 is how I ride

On and on and on more strange
to heat, shooting range
Quick with the on their hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
With DPG on Wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to
Which ta shoot 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 for the lust
But the in me makes me want to bust
Back to the drawing down
we drawn down more
To through all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that 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 lots o' stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
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 with my where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

[Bad
Two sacks o' money from the heist
They even counted it up
Just it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
Pass through a run-down town whose hold my poster
I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my white with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five west
Sell us some and hail us some weed
He me a toke
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 my destiny fast
these two bags 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, counted my
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)