Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

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

If quick 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 Wayne, these niggas gang bang

The Horsemen, that's 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, 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 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

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

Tha forcify nigga, you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at noon we ride
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage 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 bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to skirt in the corner
So I the bitch in the back

The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me makes me 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 shaken, clean 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, 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 workers for all the blabbermouths and gags

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

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

Two sacks of money from the 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 hold my poster

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

Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us weed

He me a toke, he didn't have a 20
He had they smoke, I almost choked
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two of cash

cocked, I ain't makin' no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight