Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' and things
Layin' everybody down for 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 just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When time 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 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 some hot cakes, and eggs
we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of

The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
for this location 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 it's strange, time to heat, shootin' range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya

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

Let me about which bank to gank
Which fellow to and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, to this skirt in the corner
So I the bitch 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 the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like that, cock back, quick to pull my
Just to put the on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got lots of cash stashed in money
Worthy for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

I got stacks, so my excel
Hop in the coach with my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my to shoot a nigga of course

It no stoppin' young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold 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 even counted it up, just 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 have I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my horsey with three straps in my napsack

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

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

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