Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

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

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

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

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

Thrown off the building the Fall Guy
Caved in the 'cause 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, stinkin' up the spot
Pace 1 with both eyes on the jackpot

The that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday snatcher
If you see him coming, you start running
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you be humming

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rock the
And L rocks the Nubian 96
Muthafuckas dissed

wants to be a cowboy
Grab guns boy
Forty-five by my
No, the dies

Yeah, when the out's 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, 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 Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie
Yeah, me and kid, um, what's his name?

That would be me, Young Zee from No
Smokin' from the health food store
While my whore cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck out's it's like 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 strikes at midnight
Full splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, crack don't make you bigger
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 mouth about it and the weight you claim you
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, says your dead by
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 front page is the
Life will keep while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on

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