Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city
Yo, the Red reaper, bust your street sweeper
Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon, the showdown high
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock
Outlaws, shedding by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, defeat ya
Ride out and scout a safe
a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja
Retreat to the bush where the live
To survive off the land,
Yo, walk the like a brave Mohican
Then the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
Anything in my way, no but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center cipher
And up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
rhymes, so clean out the top
You I had a violent
Naughty locks chopping you down like box
Spreading this on the ideo like butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the that you missing
But you be it from the rendition
Hitting this rap game with some tight to remain
'Cause it's only the the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show shit
So bring it, you had warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way an open coffin
your way out of this, won't happen
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, your wack lick sound
Never come 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 to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Pistol grip on the hip like these boots
Ready to rip, running judgement day coming
When we clack and like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the ground to the
chat dem rats, se we leave no proof
As we move, got nothing to prove
Rough ride and abide by of the rules
Work our vibe, the hand read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody moves nobody
Yo, we in control let the story be
By the outlaws from the north coast

What, you know, FitnRed handle them foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die
And account of who the was when they roll
Granted by the hand who afraid to explode
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down while the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act like 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 ain't
North west side of
The Outlaws laying it
The story's already told
Rascalz, is the way we come
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Word
{From the mountain top to the below}
{Let the story be told my man, let it be