Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos 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 gon'

If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the
But if too slow, I catch you on the downlow
Oh no, you mean The Kid, real
I ain't no Wayne, these niggas gang bang

The Horsemen, that's the click I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a to Kansas, slippin' through Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggs
Then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of

The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin' for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin'
Quick with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James to test your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral, I hearda ya name

Tha forcify nigga, you never lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker coaster, on a six-shooter holster
With DPG on every wanted

Let me think about bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and which teller to
I all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the corner
So I snatched the bitch in the

The Dogg in me for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me wanna
Back to the drawin' down
we drawn down more
To survive through all the round

up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that, cock back, quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got lots of cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and

I got stacks, so my stacks
Hop in the coach with my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to a nigga of course

It ain't no stoppin' young Josey, box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

Two sacks of money the train heist
They ain't counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster

The closer I get to death which is second
Makes me sweat, so I have what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my

Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five west
Sell us some and hail us some weed

He me a toke, he didn't have a 20
He had they beads-pipe smoke, I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash

44's cocked, I ain't makin' no stops
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight