Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when
Desperado, do for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two Trugoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

We make in stage coaches
Ra Digga likes the if anyone approaches
We be like noches,
And I compose a for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers, guns 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 ghetto missy, whiskey sours

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

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

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

I rock the
And L rocks the twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

Yeah, when the out's hooked up the Refugees
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, in your wine
Steal concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamase Mamasa

Fuck the sheriff, I shot Wayne
Push him off the train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and kid, um, what's his name?

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

We march 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 soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you
Niggas who your measurements quick, don't make it quicker

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

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

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

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