Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, 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, shit's
I no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang

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

The niggas in black, the fearless Four
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 with the heat on hip
Young James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral, I hearda ya name

Tha nigga, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high we ride
From coast to coast, niggas on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a holster
With DPG on wanted poster

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

The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me wanna
Back to the down board
we drawn down more
To survive all the round wards

Battle up or saddle up and shake the
Or pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
that, cock back, quick to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map

is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got lots of cash stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and

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 of course

It ain't no stoppin' Josey, box all the nosey
to the saloon with 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 train
They ain't even counted it up, mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my

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

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

He offered me a toke, he have a 20
He had beads-pipe smoke, I almost choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's two bags of cash

44's cocked, I makin' no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept