Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You your bullet, but the bullet when [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 Desperado, rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James
And get they fractured

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

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

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

The town 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 be humming

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

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

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

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 you're blazin' in your

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

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

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

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

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

(You've got to know when to hold them, know when to them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in wine
Steal your concubine, 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 Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, his name?

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

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

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

Stick and slide vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the
And got nerve to mouth it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole is loose 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 and locked the whole block

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

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