Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

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 two like Trugoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone to be a cowboy
your guns boy
Forty-five by my
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 of all type
home-grown out tobacco pipes

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

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 No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health store
While my whore cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with it's like those Islam brothers

We march 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 pandemonium 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 measurements quick, don't 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 recognize that everybody get gotten
The bounty on your head, your dead by manana
Pop babies that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police up the spot and locked the whole block

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

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