Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money, cowboy

The name is Krayzie Big Bad Ass
up north for all the gold that I stole
Along with 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
Double-crossed by the law, so there's to run to
Yeah, just me and my sawed-off shotgun
call him Leather Face

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

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

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

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

Please don't shoot, just me
Then, why the is you hidin' in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties for robbery
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my
Stole two

Thought you was the law, that's why I in the bushes
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 what you headed to the for
I got a partner, got a plan for some
And if you're down, you can pick up a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute, now be if yore with it

We out before the sun
Gotta stallion for your 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 for details and hook-up
You better count your money, cowboy

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

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

I see youngster getting ready to fight
But if he up the night
I think that Krayzie just take his life
So, I approach him and I

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

Hey, you want some
Well, partner, put in bid
And by the way, now what's your
They call me the Kid

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

With two pointed at whatever
stick together, I'm purty clever
So saddle up, 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 be stealin', nobody's damn horses
Step the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm you made it safely

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

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

Howdy, partner, already got the horses up
I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that up
Now, y'all, gon' be gettin' 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 your money, cowboy