Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count money, ghetto cowboy

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

Then, got into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law, so there's to run to
Yeah, it's me and my sawed-off shotgun
Outlaw call him Face

I'm for the West, heard they got
A banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well, uh, I make it by sundown
I thats enough time for me to get the whole rundown

So, I continue my mission, gettin' dark
So I'm watchin' for them Injuns
They like to catch ya, 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 speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out
Thug Queen, the horse

Who is this? I this ain't the law
Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off
C'mon out, right now I'm angry
Took a step back, it could get dangerous

don't shoot, it's just me
Then, why the hell is you hidin' in bushes
I'm wanted in four counties for armed
to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand
Stole two

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

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

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

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

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

You count your money, ghetto cowboy
I'm Krayzies wanted poster in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble around here soon
across the room

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

Look, man, I really don't brawl
But won't you chill before laws come
Messin' up this master
he already rowdy, I just asked the man

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

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

With two double-barrels pointed at
Well stick together, I'm clever
So saddle up, jump on the
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 damn
inside the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm glad you it safely

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

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

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

C'mon, move out
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, out
(Whip cracks, neigh)
You better count your money, cowboy