Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

Josey Wales was known for robbin' and things
Layin' everybody down for rings 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 the ol' school
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
And it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop

If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the
But if you're too slow, I catch you on the
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang

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

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

On and on and on it's 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 nigga, you ain't never lie
I'm in the mood, so at high noon 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 which bank to
Which to shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this 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
Back to the drawin' board
we drawn down more
To through all the round wards

Battle up or up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like that, cock back, to pull 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 of cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags

I got stacks, so my excel
Hop in the with my twelve 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 young Josey, box all the nosey
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

Two sacks of money from the heist
They ain't even counted it up, mounted it up
Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls 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 rush and headed
On my white with three straps in my napsack

Giddy up, the next I rode through
I had to threaten to blow city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught 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 almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's two bags of cash

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