Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

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Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Laying everybody down for rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the from the ol' school
it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And when it strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the
But if you're too
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slipping through Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of
The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta it)
It feels like it's 1865
And a trigger look-a-day is how I

On and on and on it's strange
to heat, shooting range
Quick with the heat on hip
Young Jesse James to test your aim
I seen you at the Horny Corral
I of ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to
Which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I want all the shit you got in
Attached to this in the corner
So I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
But the hogg in me me want to bust
Back to the down board
we drawn down more
To survive through all the wards
up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like cock back
Quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

[LBC
is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I got's lots o' cash stashed in bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got stacks so my excel
Hop in the coach wit my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to a nigga o' course
It ain't no stopping Josey
Box all the
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

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Two o' money from the train heist
ain't even counted it up
Just it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every makes me sweat
So I have what I can get
Heard word about the gold and headed West
On my white with three straps in my knapsack
up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five west
Sell us beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
He have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
Trying ta reach my fast
these two bags o' cash
44's cocked I ain't no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five minutes after the strike of
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight
(At the rush, at the gold rush
At the rush, at the gold rush
At the, at the, at the)