Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

Everyone to be a cowboy
your guns boy
Forty-five by my
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 plug two Trugoy

Wyclef, 1, yo, this 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 tuff guys are like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son dies

Thrown off the building the Fall Guy
Caved in the grave 'cause you know how to behave
cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves

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

The town that I'm from eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the 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 town like nights

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

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

Bust this scenario, can't no other in the barrio
Newark 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 accountants that give me good stock tips
props is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' niggers like I'm 90

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the sheriff, I shot John
Push him off the runaway train in the Shane
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 out's it's like Islam brothers

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

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

Stick and slide vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the
And got nerve to about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is 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 whisperin' there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the block

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

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