Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guys Always Die

The Gotham
The West
Ha ha,

All you see is the sun off of the gun
I'm for the showdown that go down at one
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'ma you how real cowboys get down

I'm polishin' gold, waitin' for this to unfold
I got a rolled
Feelin' bold, gangsters runs cold
It's time to reload this old 45

The wind's gusty, hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he should be soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a

All of a sudden I can the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a wolves
I back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster, he's closer close

I the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
But I'ma put thirty inside him and early
And just I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and is what he said

You never met me and you'll probably never see me
But I know you, the name's Slim, you want
Then don't shoot, I'm in the boots as you
I'm tellin' the truth, I got a on my head too
'Cause you

You like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when on the run
Got your gold and you got gun
But life as an outlaw begun

Got your shotgun by side
Got your and you got your pride
You 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad the bad guys always die

He was 'Shady', I by the look on his face
He take ten paces, shit, I took eight
Spun and I aimed straight for the brain
My shit, went but it only fired a blank, he said
(You bullets, hurry up run)

I put a in the gun and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood
(Go ahead, me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was tellin' the truth that's why I shoot
So what we do, it's on you

(Do you when you and Snoop was a group?)
The
(Well, all we gotta do is a map to part two)
(And I know who's got it)

(Some old dude, got 26 plaques and he already sold two)

up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of inside of my saddle
We rolled two until we hit the spot
An old ghost that everybody forgot

A where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim the shotgun
(Dre the plot)

is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless
He's goin' around sayin' he the game from us
(Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, never see it comin')
But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the

He's got mechanical legs, he webs
Plus he's well by the hip-hop heads
Our is to get him to stop layin' eggs
And we can put him on his down a flight of steps

I drew two guns, them on my fingers
Kicked the doors in, started gun slinging
I could hear singin', it sounded like a 'G Thang'
And a verse from 'Keep Heads Ringin''

I said, "It's Dre's Day", and to spray
Against 1800, he a AK
Hollow tips started flyin' which way

when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the
I grabbed two girlies and a blunt rolled

You like a cowboy toward the sun
And life fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got gun
But life as an just begun

Got shotgun by your side
Got horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad always die

You ride like a toward the sun
And life ain't fun when on the run
Got your and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw begun

Got your shotgun by side
Got your and you got your pride
You ride 'til ain't no place to hide
sad 'cause the bad guys always die

die
The Wild
The West
Ha ha,