Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!

[erick
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so the fuck slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And out my get busy tools
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash trapped in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue comes straight the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

[jeff
("hostile" set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what just witnessed
Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and murray
Coming to an album you soon
This has another erick sermon production
This is jeff signing off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!