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
Call Mr. Martin and the
To the saloon, the high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, into the sun, done defeat ya
out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, that's the of the moth
Misfit and Red, wanted or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
Retreat to the bush the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath like a Mohican
Then the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, and murder the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

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

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to your cipher
And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we
Droppin rhymes, so out the top
You I had a violent
Naughty chopping you down like box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the like butters
Gripping neck, next, the style that you missing
But you be it from the rendition
Hitting this rap game with tight shit to remain
it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, of the mantis
Rhymes split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So it, you had your warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open
Talking your way out of this, won't
We taking it to the front of the stage a gun clapping
And when we done your, we run your crew out of town
Dis shit, stomp your wack lick sound
Never come or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who want to

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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 judgement day
When we clack and reload Kardinal done it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we no proof
As we move, rarely got nothing to
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 know, FitnRed handle them foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let die slow
And account of who the best was when they
Granted by the hand passage who afraid to
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the of be told
So best move and gets go, act like you've been
By the of the sun or the tongue, when we let go

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