Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

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 bullet [unverified]
Desperado, do for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two Trugoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

We make moves in coaches
Ra Digga likes the roaches if approaches
We be like noches,
And I compose a poem for the many
R&B singers, guns with two fingers

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

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

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

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

I the Dooby
And L rocks the twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

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

(You've got to know to hold them, know when to fold them)
I can the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away 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 kid, um, what's his name?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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