Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and
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 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 you're gon' see the morgue
But if you're too
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these 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
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 Four
Searching for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta it)
It feels just it's 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 James come to test 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 to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal 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 and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to this in the corner
So I snatched the bitch in the
The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me to bust
Back to the drawing down
Nowadays we down more
To survive through all the round
up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got's lots o' cash stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my excel
Hop in the wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga o' course
It no stopping young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon 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 and ride the sunset

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Two o' money from the train heist
They even counted it up
mounted it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my
Closer I get ta death which is every makes me sweat
So I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
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 a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into 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 made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept
(At the gold rush, at the rush
At the gold rush, at the rush
At the, at the, at the)