Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

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

And that's the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it 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 no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang

The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, bacon and
Then we slip in the 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 it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I

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

Tha forcify nigga, you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a holster
With DPG on every wanted

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

The Dogg in me feels for the
But the in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin' board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive through all the round

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got lots of cash stashed in money
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

I got stacks, so my excel
Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and
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
Headed to the saloon my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

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 walls hold my poster

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

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

He me a toke, he didn't 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 fast, it's these two bags of cash

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