Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in

And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike twelve, one of gon' drop

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

The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through
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 Four
Searchin' for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels just like it's and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

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

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

Let me about which bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and which to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this in the corner
So I the bitch in the back

The Dogg in me for the lust
But the hogg in me me wanna bust
to the drawin' down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive all the round wards

up or saddle 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 hips and jacket
Like that, back, quick to pull my strap
to put the Horsemen 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 excel
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 a nigga of course

It no stoppin' young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon my platoon 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 between my homies and ride the

Two of money from the train heist
They ain't even it up, just mounted it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold 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 white horsey three straps in my napsack

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

He offered me a toke, he didn't a 20
He had they beads-pipe smoke, I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of

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