Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

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

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

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

off the building like the Fall Guy
Caved in the grave 'cause you know how to behave
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep the slaves

the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim
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 everyday purse
If you see him coming, you start running
a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming

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

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

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

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

Watch these rap bitches get all up in your
bounce with 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 cheaters to be retreaters
While Mamasitas carry heaters

I rock the
And L rocks the Nubian 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

Yeah, the out's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more than the N.A.A.C.P.
up on weed 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 wine
your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamase Mamakusa

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

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

We march through your with a million muthafuckas
So let's get high off the
the east 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, crack don't make you bigger
who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker

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

You fail to recognize that could get gotten
The bounty on your head, your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, the lot
blew 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
will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on

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