Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Wales was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cause if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick 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 twelve one of gon' drop
If quick on the draw 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 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 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, enforcers of
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 it's 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny
I heard of ya
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every Wanted
Let me think about which to gank
Which fellow ta shoot and teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to this in the corner
So I snatched the in the back
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me me want to bust
Back to the drawing down
we drawn down more
To survive through all the 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 six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like cock back
Quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I lots o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and
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 nigga o'
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
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 counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and West
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Black, caught five miles west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
He didn't have a 20 he had they smoke
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Trying ta reach my destiny
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, 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 rush
At the, at the, at the)