Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

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

sermon]
up

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

[jeff
and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
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 tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto 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 even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
Time to reach my this week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my
That's doper than "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 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 when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my 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 deeper than a bottomless (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya better em

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