Luyện nghe bài hát Cowgirls From Hell

it up!
C'mon.

it up!
it up!
C'mon.

Good the sky is fallin,
with stereos,
They keep on Freddy D and,
Tellin me I to be in Clevland.
a minute! One suggestion,
Go to Portland, at breasts and,
All around the in 3 minutes
These never seem to get it.
I'm dreamin, wake me up and,
Beam me up, I'm red to go.
cow girls, gimmie spaceships,
Gimmie powers, The Matrix.
Oh my god, I my direction,
girls, my collection.
All this time, been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

Oh no! There's a cop at the and he
stop all the mosh from the floo.
Whoa! They wanna me in line,
so I freak me a rhyme for mind,
I'm dressed to kill.
Whoa! Gas chamber, it slow and,
Grab your partner, and,
Be my with, the young and restless.
all day.
Dr. Evil, the inspector.
Hannibal Lecter, my cousin.
At least a dozen, aliens are my oven.
are buggin.
Tyler Durden left a message.
But and hip hop, I'm all your left with.
And all this time, been paying dues.
And my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon. Fire it up! x3
it up! C'mon.

one one.
two two.
Gimmie three.
four four.
Gimmie five.
Why you like a what? Like a pig.
(whole x4)

All the say: Giddeyup Giddeyup.
try it cowgirls. C'mon.
Giddeyup.
And all the cowboys Fire it up!
try it cowboys.
it up!

Cowgirls: Giddeyup x3

Now

Cowboys: it up! x3

Go call the law, quickdraw.
Lockin up on jaw, limpdawg.
In the of a gorilla, forrilla.
Better as a backstreet killa.
High speed. the lightning.
Ladies dance, no underpants.
Cause I'm living low, my on your creep,
And I'm a vampire fires in the street.
huh? Pulp Fiction, in-side my lip and, I'm red to go.
So outragious, contagious.
Teleport me, to Vegas.
Angelina, the form.
I'm the sniffer.
The Storm.
And all time,
I've been paying dues, And my mind,
ya got to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon.

Fire it up! x3
it up! C'mon.