Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

[Snoop
Wales was known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if you're too
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta it)
It feels just like 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, shooting
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to 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 noon we ride
coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a six-shooter
With DPG on every poster
Let me think about which bank to
Which fellow ta and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
Attached to skirt in the corner
So I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me to bust
Back to the down board
Nowadays we down more
To survive through all the wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like that cock
Quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

Crew]
Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I lots o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga o' course
It ain't no stopping young
Box all the
to the saloon 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 recop I my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

Azz]
Two sacks o' money the train heist
They ain't even it up
Just it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me
So I gotta have I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He me a toke
He have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
Trying ta reach my destiny
It's two bags o' cash
44's I ain't making no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight
(At the rush, at the gold rush
At the gold rush, at the gold
At the, at the, at the)