Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for rings and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in

And that's just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon'

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

The Horsemen, that's the click I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy 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 slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses

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

On and on and on it's more strange, to heat, shootin' range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral, I hearda ya name

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

Let me think which bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and which to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to skirt in the corner
So I snatched the in the back

The Dogg in me for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin' down
Nowadays we down more
To survive all the round wards

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

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

I got stacks, so my excel
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' Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
between my homies and ride the sunset

Two of money from the train heist
They ain't even it up, just mounted it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass a run-down town whose walls hold my poster

The closer I get to death is every second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the rush and headed West
On my white horsey three straps in my napsack

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

He offered me a toke, he have a 20
He had beads-pipe smoke, I almost choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's two bags of cash

44's cocked, I ain't no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight