Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for robbing and things
Laying everybody down for rings and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw 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 the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searching for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like it's
And a look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James to test 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
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about bank to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to this in the corner
So I the bitch in the back
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me me want to bust
Back to the drawing board
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive through all the wards
up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like cock back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's lots o' cash stashed in money
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
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 stopping Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my homies and the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' money from the heist
They ain't counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
Pass a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every makes me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
Trying ta reach my destiny
these two bags o' cash
44's 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 tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
At the gold rush, at the rush
At the, at the, at the)