Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the
To the saloon, the showdown noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done ya
out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, ninja dread
Retreat to the bush where the live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue chief speaking
Young gun, and murder the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

"Hold my ground like it's noon" <-- inspectah deck
**scratched by

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous we the champ, to center your cipher
And up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
Droppin rhymes, so out the top
You think I had a
Naughty locks you down like box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the like butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you
But you be it from the rendition
Hitting this rap game with some shit to remain
'Cause it's the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the
will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So bring it, you had warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open
Talking your way out of this, happen
We it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping
And when we done your, we run your crew out of town
Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick
Never come around or let us you on the rebound
We pound suckers like cats who rap, who want to clown

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Yo dressed and to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy
Ready to rip, some judgement day coming
When we and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no
As we move, rarely got to prove
Rough ride and abide by of the rules
Work our vibe, watch the hand read the
Quick draw, nobody nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the be told
By the Rascal outlaws from the coast

What, you know, FitnRed handle them foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die
And account of who the best was when roll
by the hand passage who afraid to explode
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told
So best move and go, act like you've been told
By the heat of the sun or the tongue, we let go

[Misfit] {Red 1} **Chorus continues in
Word, see what I'm
Rascalz, straight up we ain't
North west side of
The Outlaws it down
The story's already told
Rascalz, is the way we come
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Word
{From the mountain top to the valley
{Let the story be my man, let it be told}