Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your sweeper
Call Mr. and the preacher
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, wanted alive or
But Billy bad on the draw, ninja dread
Retreat to the where the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, the warpath like a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and murder the boy
Anything in my way, no but to destroy

"Hold my ground like high noon" <-- inspectah deck
**scratched by

Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this
Unanimous that we the champ, to center cipher
And blow up the ship, to get a rep, that's the way we step
rhymes, so clean out the top
You I had a violent
Naughty chopping you down like box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the ideo like
Gripping neck, next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it from the
Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to
it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down
So it, you had your warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way an open coffin
Talking your way out of this, won't
We taking it to the front of the stage a gun clapping
And when we done with your, we run crew out of town
Dis that shit, stomp your lick sound
Never around or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like cats who rap, who want to clown

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Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy
Pistol grip on the hip like these boots
Ready to rip, some running judgement day
When we clack and like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the ground to the
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no
As we move, rarely got to prove
ride and abide by none of the rules
Work our vibe, watch the read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the story be
By the Rascal outlaws from the north

What, you didn't know, FitnRed handle foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let die slow
And account of who the best was they roll
Granted by the hand passage who afraid to
yeah, that's the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be
So best move and gets go, act like you've told
By the of the sun or the tongue, when we let go

[Misfit] 1} **Chorus continues in background**
Word, see I'm saying
Rascalz, up we ain't playing
North west of things
The laying it down
The story's already been
Rascalz, is the way we brother
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Word
{From the top to the valley below}
{Let the story be my man, let it be told}