Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back street sweeper
Call Mr. and the preacher
To the saloon, the high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon platoon
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out and scout a safe
With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the
Misfit and Red, alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja
to the bush where the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath like a brave
Then scalpel the tongue rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
in my way, no choice but to destroy

"Hold my ground like it's high noon" <-- deck
by Kemo**

Trigger happy, these mics to this undoubtedly
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 I had a violent
locks chopping you down like box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the like butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the style you missing
But you be getting it from the
Hitting rap game with some tight shit to remain
'Cause only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, down shit
So bring it, you had warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way an open coffin
Talking way out of this, won't happen
We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun
And when we done with your, we run your crew out of
Dis that shit, stomp your lick sound
Never come or let us catch you on the rebound
We suckers like cats 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, some judgement day coming
When we and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we no proof
As we move, got nothing to prove
Rough ride and abide by of the rules
Work our vibe, watch the hand read the
draw, nobody moves nobody dies
Yo, we in let the story be told
By the Rascal outlaws from the coast

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

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