Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboys

This is the Fugees, up in here

Everyone wants to be a
Grab your boy
Forty-five by my
No the dies

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified]
Desperado, do for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like

Wyclef, 1, yo, this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true Desperado, want to be actors
So they play the James character
And get bones fractured

You got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still

Thrown off the like the Fall Guy
in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy, now you with the slaves

Who's the desperado, bottles in the alley
On villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the

The town that I'm from beggars eat cat
Sundance Kid is the everyday snatcher
If you see him coming, you better running
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you be humming

Dynamite, dynamite, I got the cash
Yo, let's skip like Harlem nights

We make in stage coaches
Ra Digga the roaches if anyone approaches
We be noches, buenos
And I a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers, perpetrating guns two fingers

My style is perhaps one of the
I inhale large clouds of through my chalice
Buckin' at and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, whiskey sours

Bust this scenario, can't no other in the barrio
From Newark to Ontario, bust us we in stereo
me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're in your saddle

Watch these rap bitches get all up in your
Then with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' like I'm 90 proof

And for all you beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters to be retreaters
While Mamasitas real heaters

I rock the
And L rocks the Nubian 96
Muthafuckas gettin'

wants to be a cowboy
Grab guns boy
Forty-five by my
No, the nigger

Yeah, when the hooked up with the Refugees
It be more than the N.A.A.C.P.
up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out pipes

(You've got to know to hold them, know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away your gold mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamasa Mamakusa

Fuck the sheriff, I shot Wayne
Push him off the train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his

That would be me, Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the food store
While my whore slaps like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck out's it's like those Islam brothers

We through your hood with a million muthafuckas
So let's get off the Fu-Gee-La
When the is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah

When pandemonium strikes at
moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack make you bigger
Niggas who take measurements quick, don't make it quicker

and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' from the roof
And got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you you movin'
whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton

You fail to that everybody could get gotten
The on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the block

Medina is the east side of lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun regular front page is the bonus
Life will existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep while I'm shitin' on opponents

Everyone wants to be a
Grab your boy
by my side
No, the nigger