Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick sermon is up... I see him! I see him!

[erick
up

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

[jeff
and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me bring to the stage the
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you him as the green eyed 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 tear the out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
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 gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the transparent 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 blunt
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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