Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for rings and chains
It remains the in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in

And that's just the 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 y'all gon'

If you're quick on the draw you're 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, niggas gang bang

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

The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this 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 more strange, time to heat, shootin' range
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I seen you at the Wild Corral, I hearda ya name

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

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

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

Battle up or saddle up and the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, 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 that, cock back, to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I got lots of cash stashed in bags
Worthy for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

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 shoot a nigga of

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

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

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

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

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

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