Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
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 know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my
more 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..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i gotta 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 I take a deep breath
a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

stewart]
("hostile" sample set in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what you've just
Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and keith
Coming to an near you soon
This has been erick sermon production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and until time saying...
God damn!!!