Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' and things
Layin' down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in

And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
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, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas bang

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

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

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

Tha forcify nigga, you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a holster
With DPG on every poster

Let me think about which to gank
Which fellow to shoot and which teller to
I want all the you got in stacks, attached to this 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 wanna
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To through all the round wards

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
that, cock back, quick 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
workers for all the Russian 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 horse
A 30-30 on my to shoot 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
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
between my homies and ride the sunset

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

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

Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us some

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

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