Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

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

Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, was how the West was won
Our motto, a true Desperado, want to be actors
So they the Jesse James character
And get they bones

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

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

Who's the desperado, sellin' in the alley
On some villain shit, a mask like Jim Carrey
his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both on the jackpot

The town I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better running
Like a terrorist, I you he'll be humming

Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the
Yo, skip town like Harlem nights

We moves in stage coaches
Ra Digga likes the roaches if approaches
We be like noches,
And I compose a poem for the gun-slingers
R&B singers, perpetrating with two fingers

My is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large of smoke through my chalice
Buckin' at stars and rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey

Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the
From Newark to Ontario, us when we in stereo
me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle

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

And for all you head
The lead eaters, the cheaters to be retreaters
While Mamasitas carry heaters

I rock the
And L the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin'

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

Yeah, the out's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more niggas the N.A.A.C.P.
Comin' up on of all type
Smokin' out tobacco pipes

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

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

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

We march your hood with a million muthafuckas
So let's get high off the
When the east is in the house, I'm Blahzay-blah

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

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

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

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

Everyone to be a cowboy
Grab guns boy
Forty-five by my
No, the nigger