Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money, cowboy

The name is Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold I stole
Along some cash, even took the mayors daughter
Now, there's kidnappin' but she was with it, so I brought her

Then, got myself into a heap of trouble
by the law, so there's nobody to run to
Yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off
call him Leather Face

I'm headed for the West, heard got
A couple banks in town that ain't been up yet
Well, uh, I oughta make it by
I figure thats enough time for me to get the rundown

So, I continue my mission, gettin' dark
So I'm watchin' for them damn
They to catch ya, then they rob and split
I be a rootin' tootin' shootin' fool, protectin' my chips

All of a sudden, I somebody rumble in the bushes
my horse, whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?
You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun sing out
Queen, the horse stealer?

Who is this? I hope this the law
Jump out the bushes with my shotgun
C'mon out, now I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, 'cause it get dangerous

Please shoot, it's just me
Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them
I'm wanted in four for armed robbery
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my
two horses

Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the
Goodness now, she was hotter than the barrel on
But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride,

May I ask you you headed to the West for
I got a partner, got a plan for dough
And if you're down, you can up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute, now be if yore with it

We out the sun rise
Gotta stallion for your partner to
Hit the for the moonshine
for whatever, let's ride, let's ride

These directions say we go to Tucson,
we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and
You better count your money, ghetto

and shine, good mornin' howdy
Nine o clock we my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now, I done came a long way, and I don't be late
Tell him I make ya, 'cause you know we
out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
(Whip cracks, neigh)

You better count your money, cowboy
I'm peepin' Krayzies wanted poster in the
So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty
Glance across the

I see this youngster getting to fight
But if he mess up the
I think Krayzie just might take his life
So, I him and I pause

Look, man, I really wanna brawl
But won't you before them laws come
up this master plan
Since he rowdy, I just asked the man

Hey, you want work?
Well, partner, put in bid
And by the way, now what's name?
call me Layzie the Kid

The names Powder P, can I get a gauge?
Outlaw, everyday on the page
Mister Kid, if you give me the
Me and Jack be ready for the showdown

two double-barrels pointed at whatever
Well together, I'm purty clever
So up, jump on the bandwagon
Because its all goin'
I a guy run in the bar screamin' "Krayzies in town"

Now we get to the saloon, you dont worry
Wait outside and don't be stealin', nobody's horses
inside the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm glad you made it

Now let's go some fun
And this my partner
He's a gun

Mighty glad to ya, son
Oh yeah, you I also brought a friend along
Meet Thug Queen, the peddler
Straggler, met her

Howdy, partner, got the horses saddled up
I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle cattle up
Now, y'all, it's gon' be dark real soon
I you're right, I say we move

C'mon, let's out
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, out
(Whip cracks, neigh)
You better count money, ghetto cowboy