Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

wants to be a cowboy
Grab your boy
Forty-five by my
No the nigger

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

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

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

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

Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim
With his gat cocked, up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies both 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 start
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you be humming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the sheriff, I shot John
Push him off the train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, his name?

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

We march your hood with a million muthafuckas
So let's get high off the
When the east is in the house, like I'm

When pandemonium at midnight
moon splits 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 liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the
And got nerve to about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton

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

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

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