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 shot your bullet, but the bullet [unverified]
Desperado, do for new boy
I out my gun and plug two like Trugoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the Dooby
And L the Nubian twists 96
gettin' dissed

Everyone to be a cowboy
your guns 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 when to hold them, know to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in wine
Steal concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamasa Mamakusa

the sheriff, I shot 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 from No
Smokin' pure from the food store
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa
Fuck out's it's like those Islam brothers

We march through your hood with a million
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 in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack make you bigger
Niggas who take measurements quick, don't make it quicker

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

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

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

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