Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your sweeper
Call Mr. and the preacher
To the saloon, the showdown high
Men all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done ya
Ride out and scout a safe
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 survive off the land,
Yo, walk the like a brave Mohican
Then the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
Anything in my way, no but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, blazing these mics to undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to your cipher
And blow up the ship, to get a rep, that's the way we step
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, keeping next, the that you missing
But you be getting it from the
Hitting rap game with some tight shit to remain
it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, of the mantis
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show shit
So bring it, you had warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an coffin
your way out of this, won't happen
We taking it to the front of the with a gun clapping
And when we with your, we run your crew out of town
Dis that shit, stomp your wack sound
come around or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who to clown

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Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy
Pistol grip on the hip like these boots
to rip, some running judgement day coming
When we clack and like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the ground to the
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we no proof
As we move, rarely got nothing to
Rough ride and by none of the rules
our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the be told
By the outlaws from the north coast

What, you know, FitnRed 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 passage who to explode
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down while the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act like 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 laying it
The already been told
Rascalz, is the way we come
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Word
{From the top to the valley below}
{Let the story be my man, let it be told}