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
and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the 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 from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create 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..."
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!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And pull out my get busy
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push your head the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's 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 jams be like a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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