Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your sweeper
Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon, the showdown high
Men dressed all black, yo pon platoon
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, defeat ya
Ride out and a safe hideout
With a on my head, that's the word of the moth
and Red, wanted alive or dead
But bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread
Retreat to the where the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath like a Mohican
scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
in my way, no choice but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center cipher
And blow up the ship, to get a rep, that's the way we step
Droppin rhymes, so out the top
You I had a violent
Naughty locks chopping you down like box
Spreading this lyric on the ideo like
Gripping neck, next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it the rendition
Hitting this rap game some tight shit to remain
'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I remain
You the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
Rhymes split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So bring it, you had warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an coffin
your way out of this, won't happen
We it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping
And we done with your, we run your crew out of town
Dis that shit, your wack lick sound
Never come or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like who can't 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 cowboy boots
Ready to rip, running judgement day coming
we clack and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no
As we move, rarely got nothing to
Rough and abide by none 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 north

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

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