Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in

And just the rules set by the fool 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 y'all drop

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

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

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

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

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

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

The in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin' board
Nowadays we down more
To through all the round wards

up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I got lots of cash in money bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

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

It no stoppin' young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

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

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

Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
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 into the
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of

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, counted my
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept