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
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the stage the
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 double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I 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..."
stewart]
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

[keith
murray's, comin from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a ya better 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 near you soon
This has been another erick sermon
This is jeff stewart signing off, and until next saying...
God damn!!!