Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
'Cos if I pull out 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 twelve, one of gon' drop

If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue
But if too slow, I catch you on the downlow
Oh no, you mean The Kid, real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas 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 stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes, bacon and eggs
Then we slip in the whorehouse to get us leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses

The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searchin' for location on the map
The rush, baby, got to have it
It feels just it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

On and on and on it's strange, time to heat, shootin' range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to 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 high we ride
coast 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 shit you got in stacks, attached to skirt in the corner
So I the bitch in the back

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

Battle up or saddle up and 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 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 for all the plans 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 Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to a nigga of course

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

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

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

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

He offered me a toke, he didn't a 20
He had they beads-pipe smoke, I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
Tryin' to my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash

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