Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count money, ghetto cowboy

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

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

I'm headed for the West, they got
A couple banks in 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, it's dark
So I'm watchin' for them Injuns
They like to catch ya, they rob and split
I be a rootin' tootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips

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

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, 'cause it 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
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his men with my hand
two horses

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 you headed to the West for
I got a partner, got a plan for some
And if down, you can pick 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 partner to ride
Hit the saloon for the
Down for whatever, ride, let's ride

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

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 don't wanna be
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 wanted in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble around pretty soon
Glance across the

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

Look, man, I really don't brawl
But won't you chill before them laws
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 your
They call me the Kid

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

With two double-barrels pointed at
Well stick together, I'm purty
So up, jump on the bandwagon
Because its all goin'
I a guy run in the bar screamin' "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 you made it safely

Now go have some fun
And this my Powder
a young gun

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

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

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