Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money, ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

Who is this? I hope this the law
Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off
C'mon out, right now I'm angry
Took a back, 'cause it could get dangerous

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

you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes
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 to the West 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 sure if with it

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

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

and shine, good mornin' howdy
Nine o clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the
Now, I done came a long way, and I wanna be late
Tell him I make ya, 'cause you know we
out, giddyup, 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 around here pretty soon
across the room

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

Look, man, I don't wanna brawl
But won't you before them laws come
Messin' up this plan
he already rowdy, I just asked the man

Hey, you want work?
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 front
Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Black Jack be for the showdown

With two double-barrels at whatever
Well stick together, I'm clever
So up, jump on the bandwagon
Because its all down
I heard a guy run in the bar "Krayzies in town"

Now when we get to the saloon, you 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 glad you made it

Now let's go some fun
And my partner Powder
a young gun

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

Howdy, partner, already got the horses up
I hope you good at robbin' like you rustle that cattle up
Now, y'all, it's be gettin' dark 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