Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street
Call Mr. Martin and the
To the saloon, the showdown noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock
Outlaws, shedding 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
and Red, wanted alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
to the bush where the Indians live
To survive off the land,
Yo, walk the warpath like a Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

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

Trigger happy, these mics to this undoubtedly
that we the champ, to center your cipher
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 ideo butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the style you missing
But you be getting it from the
Hitting this rap game some tight shit to remain
'Cause it's only the the dead and I must remain
You the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So it, you had your warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an 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 your crew out of
Dis that shit, stomp wack lick sound
come 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 to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Pistol grip on the hip like these boots
Ready to rip, some running day coming
When we clack and reload like Kardinal 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, the hand read the eyes
draw, nobody moves nobody dies
Yo, we in let the story be told
By the Rascal outlaws the north coast

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

[Misfit] {Red 1} **Chorus continues in
Word, see what I'm
Rascalz, up we ain't playing
west side of things
The Outlaws it down
The already been told
Rascalz, is the way we come
up}
Word
{From the mountain top to the below}
{Let the story be told my man, let it be