Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the 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 from the ol'
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve, one of gon' drop

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

The Horsemen, that's the click I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas 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 to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of

The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searchin' for 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, time to heat, range
Quick with the heat on hip
Jesse James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral, I ya name

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

Let me think about which to gank
Which to shoot and which teller 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 feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin' down
we drawn down more
To survive through all the wards

Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty 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 cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags

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

It ain't no stoppin' Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon 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
Divide between my homies and ride the

Two sacks of money the train heist
They ain't counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, 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 gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and West
On my horsey with three straps in my napsack

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

He offered me a toke, he didn't 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 destiny fast, these two bags of cash

44's cocked, I makin' no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five after the strike of midnight
I 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight