Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

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

If quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if too slow, I catch you on the downlow
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang

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

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

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

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

The Dogg in me for the lust
But the hogg in me me wanna bust
Back to the drawin' down
we drawn down more
To survive through all the round

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that, cock back, 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 plans and
I got of cash stashed in money bags
Worthy for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

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

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

Two sacks of money the train heist
They even counted it up, just mounted it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster

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

Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
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
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Tryin' to reach my fast, it's these two bags of cash

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