Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick is coming up... I see him! I see him!

sermon]
up

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

[jeff
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak 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 call steve (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's more than "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 right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest 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 gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
murray's, comin from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's than 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 come
a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
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 rumblin
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight the slums
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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