Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money, cowboy

The is Krayzie Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up for all the gold that I stole
Along with some cash, even took the daughter
Now, that there's kidnappin' but she was with it, so I her

Then, got myself into a heap of trouble
by the law, so there's nobody to run to
Yeah, it's just me and my shotgun
call 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 oughta make it by
I figure thats time for me to get the whole rundown

So, I continue my mission, gettin' dark
So I'm for them damn Injuns
They like to ya, then they rob and split
I be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my

All of a sudden, I heard somebody in the bushes
Stop my horse, whoa, Nellie, who in the
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 shotgun
C'mon out, now I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, it could get dangerous

Please don't shoot, 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 best men with my
two horses

Thought you was the law, why I jumped in the bushes
now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire
But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride,

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

We out the sun rise
Gotta stallion for your to ride
Hit the for the moonshine
for whatever, let's ride, let's ride

These say we go to Tucson, Arizona
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 saloon in the
Now, I came a long way, and I don't wanna be late
Tell him I make ya, you know we ain't
Move out, giddyup, giddyup,
(Whip cracks, neigh)

You better count your money, ghetto
I'm peepin' Krayzies poster in the saloon
So I assume be trouble 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 might his life
So, I approach him and I

Look, man, I really don't wanna
But won't you chill before laws come
Messin' up master plan
he already 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 names P, can I get a twelve gauge?
Outlaw, on the front page
Mister Kid, if you give me the
Me and Black Jack be ready for the

With two double-barrels at whatever
stick together, I'm purty clever
So saddle up, jump on the
its all goin' down
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
inside 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 partner
a young gun

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

Howdy, partner, got the horses saddled up
I hope you at robbin' banks like you rustle that 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