Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond rings and
It the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in

And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
When 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 see the morgue
But if you're too slow, I you on the downlow
Oh no, you mean The Kid, real
I no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang

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

The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searchin' for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels just like it's 1865 and a look-a-day is how I ride

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

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

Let me think which bank to gank
Which to shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks, attached 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 makes me wanna
Back to the drawin' down
Nowadays we drawn down
To through all the round wards

up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack 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 and plots
I got lots of cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags

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

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

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

The closer I get to which is every second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with straps in my napsack

Giddy up, the next 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 almost
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 makin' no more stops
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight