Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

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

[erick
up

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

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
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 royal
sermon!

sermon]
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 i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; 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 can freak out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
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 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!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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