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
Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon, the high noon
Men all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out and a safe hideout
a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy dread
Retreat to the where the Indians live
To off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the like a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to

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

Trigger happy, blazing these to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center your
And up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
Droppin rhymes, so out the top
You think I had a
Naughty locks chopping you down like box
Spreading this lyric on the ideo like
Gripping neck, next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it the rendition
this rap game with some tight shit to remain
'Cause only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, down shit
So it, you had your warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way an open coffin
Talking way out of this, won't happen
We taking it to the front of the stage a gun clapping
And when we with your, we run your crew out of town
Dis that shit, stomp wack lick sound
Never around 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 cowboy boots
Ready to rip, some running day coming
When we clack and reload Kardinal done it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff 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, watch the hand read the
draw, nobody moves nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the story be
By the Rascal outlaws from the coast

What, you didn't know, FitnRed handle foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let die slow
And account of who the best was they roll
Granted by the hand passage who 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 heat of the sun or the tongue, we let go

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