Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city
Yo, the Red reaper, back 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, ride into the sun, done ya
out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, wanted or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
Retreat to the where the Indians live
To survive off the land,
Yo, the warpath like a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker
Young gun, and murder the sound boy
Anything in my way, no but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous we the champ, to center your cipher
And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we
rhymes, so clean out the top
You I had a violent
Naughty locks chopping you down box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the ideo butters
neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it the rendition
Hitting this rap with some tight shit to remain
'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I must
You know the name, Misfit, 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 an open coffin
your way out of this, won't happen
We taking it to the of the stage with a gun clapping
And when we done with your, we run your out of town
Dis that shit, stomp wack lick sound
Never around or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like who can't rap, who want to clown

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Yo and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit
grip on the hip like these cowboy boots
Ready to rip, some running day coming
When we clack and like Kardinal done it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we no proof
As we move, rarely got to prove
Rough and abide by none of the rules
Work our vibe, the hand read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the be told
By the Rascal from the north coast

What, you know, FitnRed handle them foe
of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die slow
And of who the best was when they roll
Granted by the hand passage who afraid to
yeah, that's the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the 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 continues in
Word, see I'm saying
Rascalz, straight up we playing
west side of things
The Outlaws it down
The already been told
Rascalz, is the way we brother
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Word
{From the top to the valley below}
{Let the story be my man, let it be told}