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 same in the 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 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 you're quick on the draw you're see the morgue
But if you're too
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 Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the trigger fingers
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
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, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searching for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It feels just it's 1865
And a look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, shooting
Quick the heat on their hip
Young James come to test your aim
I you at the Wild Horny Corral
I heard of ya
Tha forcify, nigga you never 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 lethal in whole
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every Wanted
Let me think about bank to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to skirt in the corner
So I snatched the bitch in the
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me want to
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive through all the round
up or saddle up and shake 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 dusty
Like cock back
Quick to my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

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

[Bad
Two o' money from the train heist
ain't even counted it up
Just it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is second makes me sweat
So I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
On my white horsey three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and us some weed
He me a toke
He didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
ta reach my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
minutes after the strike 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 gold
At the, at the, at the)