Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Layin' down for diamond rings 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 set by the fool from the ol' school
it's 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 quick on the draw you're gon' see the
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 niggas bang

The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggs
Then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses

The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this on the map
The rush, baby, got to have it
It feels like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

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

Tha nigga, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The off-the-rocker coaster, on a six-shooter holster
With DPG on every poster

Let me think about bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and 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 for the lust
But the in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin' board
Nowadays we down more
To survive through all the round

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, to pull my strap
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 stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags

I got stacks, so my stacks
Hop in the coach with my Clydesdales 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 stoppin' young Josey, box all the
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide between my homies and the sunset

Two of money from the train heist
They even counted it up, just mounted it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass a run-down town whose walls hold my poster

The closer I get to death which is second
me sweat, so I gotta have what I can get
Heard word about the gold and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my napsack

Giddy up, the town I rode through
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us weed

He offered me a toke, he didn't a 20
He had they beads-pipe smoke, I choked
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Tryin' to my destiny 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 off my boots, counted my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept