Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' 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 just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve, one of y'all drop

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 Wayne, these niggas gang bang

The Four Horsemen, that's the 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, and eggs
Then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses

The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searchin' for this 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, shootin'
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya name

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

Let me think about which to gank
fellow to shoot 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 in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me 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 help it, I'm heartless, ya 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 shots for all the plans and
I got lots of stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian 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 on my side to shoot a nigga of course

It ain't no stoppin' Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
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 money from the heist
They ain't 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 which is every second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta what I can get
Heard word the gold rush and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my napsack

Giddy up, the next town I through
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, five miles west
Sell us some beads and 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 into the
Tryin' to my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash

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