Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

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

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet [unverified]
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, rappers to be actors
So they the Jesse James character
And get they bones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rock the
And L the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas dissed

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

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' home-grown out pipes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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