Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was for robbing trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve one of y'all drop
If quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if you're too
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas 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 in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
Searching for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
And a look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, range
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every poster
Let me think about which to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
to this skirt in the corner
So I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me to bust
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we drawn more
To through all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
Like cock back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got's lots o' cash stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags
I got so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to a nigga o' course
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and the sunset

[Bad
Two o' money from the train heist
They even counted it up
Just it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is second makes me sweat
So I have what I can get
Heard word about the rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my knapsack
Giddy up, the town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their 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
Trying ta reach my fast
It's two bags o' cash
44's cocked I ain't no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)