Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was for robbin' trains and things
Layin' down for diamond rings and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out 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 it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop

If you're on the draw you're 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 gang bang

The Four Horsemen, the click I'm with
You the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a to Kansas, slippin' through Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes, bacon and eggs
we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of

The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searchin' for this 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 the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya name

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

Let me think about which bank to
Which fellow to shoot and teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the corner
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 down more
To survive through all the round

Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, quick to pull my
Just to put the on the map

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

I got stacks, so my excel
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 shoot a nigga of

It ain't no stoppin' Josey, box all the nosey
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

Two sacks of money the train heist
ain't even counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster

The I get to death which 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 straps in my napsack

Giddy up, the town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their up
with Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us 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 reach my destiny fast, it's two bags of cash

44's cocked, I ain't no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight