Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

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

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified]
Desperado, do for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like

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

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

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

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

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

Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the
Yo, skip town like Harlem nights

We make moves in stage
Ra Digga the roaches if anyone approaches
We be noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many
R&B singers, guns with two fingers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the sheriff, I shot John
Push him off the runaway train in the movie
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his

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

We through your hood with a million muthafuckas
So get high off the Fu-Gee-La
the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah

When strikes at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some shit
You talk back, crack don't make 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 from the
And got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you you movin'
Your whole is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton

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

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

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