Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey was known for robbing trains and things
Laying down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the in the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve one of y'all drop
If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the
But if you're too
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through
We at Bonanza 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, of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searching for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
And a trigger is how I ride

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, range
Quick with the on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
With DPG on every poster
Let me think which bank to gank
Which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I want all the you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the
So I snatched the bitch in the
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me me want to bust
to the drawing down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive through all the round
up or saddle 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
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that back
Quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got's lots o' cash stashed in bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got stacks so my excel
Hop in the coach wit my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o'
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

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Two sacks o' money from the heist
They even counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls my poster
Closer I get ta which is every second makes me sweat
So I have what I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
He didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Trying ta reach my fast
It's these two bags o'
44's cocked I ain't no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the gold rush, at the rush
At the, at the, at the)