Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick 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 undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
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 more than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly blunt
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And pull out my get tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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