Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond rings and
It remains the same in the year you 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
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop

If you're quick on the draw you're 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 Wayne, these niggas gang bang

The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes, bacon 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 gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin'
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 nigga, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we
coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a six-shooter
With DPG on wanted poster

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

The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me me wanna bust
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To through all the round wards

Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or pockets shaken, clean 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, 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 cash stashed in bags
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 decoy
A on my side to shoot a nigga of course

It ain't no young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a 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 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 closer I get to death is every second
Makes me sweat, so I have what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my

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

He offered me a toke, he have a 20
He had beads-pipe smoke, I almost 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 it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight