Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

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 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 Desperado, rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James
And get they bones

You got no guns, you off to the precinct
tuff guys are feminine 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, bottles in the alley
On some shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack
Pace 1 dies both eyes on the jackpot

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

Dynamite, dynamite, I got the cash
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 for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers, perpetrating guns two fingers

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

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

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

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

I the Dooby
And L the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin'

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

Yeah, when the hooked up with the Refugees
It be niggas than the N.A.A.C.P.
Comin' up on 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 with gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamasa Mamakusa

the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his

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

We march through 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 strikes at
Full moon splits 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 with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the
And got nerve to mouth about it and the you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we sew it like it's cotton

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

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

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