Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the
To the saloon, the high noon
Men all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done ya
Ride out and scout a safe
With a on my head, that's the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
to the bush where the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, the warpath like a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue chief speaking
gun, bust and murder the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

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

Trigger happy, blazing these mics to undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center 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
Naughty locks chopping you down box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the ideo like
neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
But you be it from the rendition
Hitting this rap with some tight shit to remain
'Cause it's the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the
will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So bring it, you had your
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an coffin
Talking your way out of this, happen
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 shit, stomp your wack lick sound
Never come around or let us 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, running judgement day coming
When we and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we no proof
As we move, rarely got nothing to
Rough ride and abide by of the rules
our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody moves nobody
Yo, we in control let the be told
By the outlaws from 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 they
Granted by the hand who afraid to explode
yeah, that's the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act like you've 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, straight up we ain't
North side of things
The Outlaws it down
The story's already told
Rascalz, is the way we come
up}
Word
the mountain top to the valley below}
{Let the story be told my man, let it be