Luyện nghe bài hát High Noon

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Yo yo
We rude bwoys outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back street sweeper
Call Mr. and the preacher
To the saloon, the showdown high
Men dressed all black, yo pon platoon
Outlaws, shedding by the liter
Saddle up, into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out and scout a safe
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
to the bush where the Indians live
To survive off the land,
Yo, walk the warpath like a Mohican
Then the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and the sound boy
in my way, no choice but to destroy

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

Trigger happy, these mics to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center your
And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, the way we step
rhymes, so clean out the top
You think I had a
Naughty locks chopping you down like box
Spreading this lyric on the like butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you
But you be it from the rendition
Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to
'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I remain
You know the name, Misfit, of the mantis
Rhymes split your wig at ten paces, show down 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 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 around or let us catch you on the
We pound like cats who can't 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, some running judgement day
When we clack and reload like Kardinal it
And ban it the ground to the roof
'Nuff dem rats, se we leave 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 moves nobody
Yo, we in control let the story be
By the Rascal from the north coast

What, you didn't know, FitnRed them foe
Take of the them soul, 'em out, let them die slow
And account of who the best was when roll
Granted by the passage who afraid to explode
Yeah yeah, the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay tracks while the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act you've been 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 playing
west 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