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 know him as the green bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my 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 austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
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..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a when I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And pull out my get tools
I write like a mad
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I catch on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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