Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

Everyone wants to be a
Grab your 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 pull out my gun and plug two Trugoy

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

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

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

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

The town that I'm from eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the purse 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 Harlem nights

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

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

Bust scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio
Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo
'Cause me and Rashida the battles
It's apparent, your no talent, 'cause blazin' in your saddle

Watch rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's the roof
niggers like I'm 90 proof

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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