Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You count your money, ghetto cowboy

The name is Big Bad Ass Bone
up north for all the gold that I stole
Along some cash, even took the mayors daughter
Now, that 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 call him Face

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

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

All of a sudden, I somebody rumble in the bushes
my horse, whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?
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 sawed-off
C'mon out, right now I'm gettin'
Took a step back, 'cause it get dangerous

don't shoot, it's just me
Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them
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 the barrel on fire
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 up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute, now be sure if yore 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 for details and hook-up
You better count your money, cowboy

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

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

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

Look, man, I really don't wanna
But won't you chill before them come
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 your name?
call me Layzie 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 Black be ready for the showdown

With two double-barrels pointed at
stick together, I'm purty clever
So saddle up, jump on the
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
inside the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm you made it safely

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

Mighty to meet ya, son
Oh yeah, you I also 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' like you rustle that cattle up
Now, y'all, gon' be gettin' dark real soon
I think right, I say we move

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