Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

Everyone to be a cowboy
your guns boy
Forty-five by my
No the dies

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You shot your bullet, but the when [unverified]
Desperado, do for new boy
I out my gun and plug two like Trugoy

Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the was won
Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers to be actors
So they play the James character
And get bones fractured

You got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still

Thrown off the building the Fall Guy
Caved in the 'cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy, now you with the slaves

Who's the desperado, bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack
Pace 1 dies both eyes on the jackpot

The town that I'm from eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be

Dynamite, dynamite, I got the cash
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem

We moves in stage coaches
Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone
We be noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many
R&B singers, perpetrating with two fingers

My style is perhaps one of the
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my
at stars and write rhymes for hours
The missy, drinkin' whiskey sours

this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio
From Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in
'Cause me and Rashida rock the
apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle

Watch rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the
Burnin' niggers I'm 90 proof

And for all you beaters
The lead eaters, the soon to be retreaters
While Mamasitas carry real

I the Dooby
And L the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

wants to be a cowboy
Grab guns boy
by my side
No, the dies

Yeah, when the out's up with the Refugees
It be more niggas the N.A.A.C.P.
up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco

(You've got to know when to them, know when to fold them)
I can the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamasa Mamakusa

the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, his name?

would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure the health food store
While my whore cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
with out's it's like those Islam brothers

We march through your hood with a million
So let's get off the Fu-Gee-La
When the is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah

When pandemonium strikes at
Full moon splits soft niggas in a on some absurd shit
You talk back, crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your quick, don't make it quicker

Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot liquor
21 gun salutin', niggas from the roof
And got to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it it's cotton

You fail to recognize everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head, says dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a dropped, behind the lot
Police up the spot and locked the whole block

Medina is the east side of lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players front page is the bonus
Life will existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep while I'm shitin' on opponents

wants to be a cowboy
Grab your boy
Forty-five by my
No, the dies