Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

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 Jesse James
And get bones fractured

You ain't got no guns, you off to the
Inside tuff guys are like Sheena Easton
cry, woman cry, son still dies

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

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

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

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

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

My style is one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke my chalice
Buckin' at and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, whiskey sours

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

Watch these rap bitches get all up in pockets
Then with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' like I'm 90 proof

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

I rock the
And L rocks the twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

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

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

the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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