Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I out some 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 when it strike twelve, one of y'all drop

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

The Four Horsemen, the click I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas 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
Then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses

The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searchin' for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to it
It feels like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

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

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

Let me think about bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the corner
So I snatched the bitch in the

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

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
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 shots for all the and plots
I got lots of stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags

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

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

Two of money from the train heist
ain't even counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
Pass through a run-down town walls hold my poster

The closer I get to death which is second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three in my napsack

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

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

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