Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a voice]
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 the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
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
That's more doper "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the fuck (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
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 king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the south east and left
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And out my get busy tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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