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 in the year you live in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the 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 one of y'all gon' drop
If quick 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 ain't no John Wayne, these gang-bang
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the fearless 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 look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's strange
Time to heat, range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
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
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 down
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive through all the round
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that back
Quick to pull my
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
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 stacks so my stacks
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 shoot a o' course
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
Headed to the saloon my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

Azz]
Two sacks o' money from the heist
ain't even counted it up
Just it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta which is every second makes me sweat
So I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and West
On my white horsey with three straps in my
up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
us some beads and hail us some weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had 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
cocked I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
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 gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)