Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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

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

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 the Fall Guy
Caved in the 'cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the

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

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

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

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

My style is perhaps one of the
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my
Buckin' at and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' 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
It's apparent, no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle

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

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

I rock the
And L the Nubian twists 96
gettin' dissed

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

Yeah, when the hooked up with the Refugees
It be more than the N.A.A.C.P.
Comin' up on of all type
Smokin' out tobacco pipes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Medina is the east side of town lounge till we yawnin'
Gun regular front page is the bonus
Life keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing while I'm on opponents

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