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 noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon platoon
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride the sun, done defeat ya
out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, wanted alive or
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
Retreat to the bush where the Indians
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath a brave Mohican
scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
in my way, no choice but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, blazing these mics to undoubtedly
Unanimous we the champ, to center your cipher
And blow up the ship, 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 like box cutters
Spreading lyric on the ideo like butters
neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it from the
Hitting this rap game with some tight to remain
'Cause it's only the quicker the and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the
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, happen
We taking it to the front of the with a gun clapping
And when we done with your, we run your crew out of
Dis shit, stomp your wack lick sound
Never come or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers cats who can't rap, who want to clown

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Yo and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy
Ready to rip, some running day coming
When we and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no
As we move, rarely got nothing to
Rough ride and abide by none of the
Work our vibe, watch the hand the eyes
draw, nobody moves nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the story be
By the Rascal from the north 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 when roll
Granted by the hand who afraid to explode
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks the rest of be told
So best move and go, act like you've been told
By the heat of the sun or the tongue, we let go

[Misfit] 1} **Chorus continues in background**
Word, see I'm saying
Rascalz, straight up we ain't
North west of things
The Outlaws it down
The story's already told
Rascalz, is the way we come
up}
Word
{From the mountain top to the valley
the story be told my man, let it be told}