Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

Everyone wants to be a
Grab guns boy
by my side
No the nigger

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

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

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

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

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

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

We make moves in coaches
Ra likes the roaches if anyone approaches
We be noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the gun-slingers
R&B singers, guns with two fingers

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

Bust this scenario, no other niggers in the barrio
From Newark to Ontario, bust us we in stereo
'Cause me and Rashida rock the
apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle

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

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

I the Dooby
And L the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

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

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

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

That would be me, Young Zee from No
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 hood with a million muthafuckas
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 in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack make you bigger
Niggas who your measurements quick, don't make it quicker

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

You to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The on your head, says your 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 side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on
Life will keep while I'm shitin' on opponents

Everyone to be a cowboy
Grab guns boy
by my side
No, the nigger