Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

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

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 like

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

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

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

the desperado, sellin' bottles 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 that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rock the
And L rocks the twists 96
gettin' dissed

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

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

(You've got to know when to hold them, when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your 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, Zee from No Brain
Smokin' from the health food store
While my whore cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with out's it's those Islam brothers

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

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

and slide 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 and we gon' sew it like it's cotton

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

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

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