Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street
Call Mr. and the preacher
To the saloon, the high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon platoon
Outlaws, shedding by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, defeat ya
out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, that's the of the moth
Misfit and Red, wanted alive or
But bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread
Retreat to the bush where the live
To survive off the land,
Yo, walk the warpath a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

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

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

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

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

[Misfit] {Red 1} **Chorus in background**
Word, see I'm saying
Rascalz, straight up we playing
North west side of
The laying it down
The story's already been
Rascalz, is the way we come
up}
Word
{From the mountain top to the valley
{Let the story be my man, let it be told}