Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count money, ghetto cowboy

The name is Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the that I stole
Along with some cash, even 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, it's just me and my shotgun
Outlaw 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 enough time for me to get the rundown

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

All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the
Stop my horse, whoa, Nellie, who in the
You better 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 with my sawed-off shotgun
out, right now I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, 'cause it could get

don't shoot, it's just me
Then, why the hell is you in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties for armed
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 the barrel on fire
But I could use her for the job, so I her to ride, c'mon

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

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

These say we go to Tucson, Arizona
we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the mornin' for and hook-up
You better your money, ghetto cowboy

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

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

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

Look, man, I really wanna brawl
But won't you chill before them come
Messin' up this master
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 Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge?
Outlaw, everyday on the page
Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Black Jack be for the showdown

With two pointed at whatever
Well stick together, I'm clever
So saddle up, jump on the
Because its all goin'
I heard a guy run in the bar "Krayzies in town"

Now when we get to the saloon, you dont
Wait outside and be stealin', nobody's damn horses
Step the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm glad you made it

Now let's go have fun
And this my Powder
He's a gun

Mighty to meet ya, son
Oh yeah, you know I brought 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' dark soon
I think you're right, I say we

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