Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

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

And that's the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's 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 you're too slow, I you on the downlow
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, these gang bang

The Four Horsemen, 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 Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, and eggs
Then we slip in the to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of

The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this on the map
The rush, baby, got to have it
It feels just it's 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 with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya

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

Let me think about bank to gank
Which fellow to and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this 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 through all the wards

Battle up or 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 and dusty jacket
Like that, back, quick to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the plans and
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 horse
A 30-30 on my side to a nigga of course

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

Two sacks of money from the 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 hold my

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

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

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

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