Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Layin' everybody for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go 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 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, that's the click I'm
You mean the little bitty with the itchy trigger 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 slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses

The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger is how I ride

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

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

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

The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin' board
Nowadays we down more
To survive all the round wards

Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or get'cha shaken, clean 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 dusty
that, cock back, quick to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got lots of stashed in money bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

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

It no stoppin' 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 and ride the sunset

Two sacks of money from the heist
They even 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 which is every second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta what I can get
word about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my napsack

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

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

44's cocked, I ain't makin' no more
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight