Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for rings and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cause if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's 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 gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue
But if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, real
I ain't no Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
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 trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on it's more
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 of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a six-shooter
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think which bank to gank
Which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
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 want to
Back to the drawing board
Nowadays we down more
To survive through all the wards
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket
Like cock back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got's o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the coach wit my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga o' course
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
between my homies and ride the sunset

[Bad
Two o' money from the train heist
They ain't counted it up
Just it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town walls hold my poster
I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to their city up
with Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us some
He me a toke
He didn't a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Trying ta my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
cocked I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five minutes the strike of midnight
I 200 Gs, I cocked 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)