Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the in the year you live in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick 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 twelve, one of y'all gon' drop

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

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

The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger is how I ride

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

Tha nigga, you ain't 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 roller coaster, on a six-shooter holster
DPG on every wanted poster

Let me think about 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 in me makes me wanna bust
to the drawin' down board
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive all the round wards

Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map

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

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

It no stoppin' young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
Left a 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 the sunset

Two sacks of money the train heist
They even counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls my poster

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

Giddy up, the next 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 offered me a toke, he have a 20
He had they smoke, I almost choked
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Tryin' to reach my 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, my loot
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight