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
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight 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 slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly blunt
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And out my get busy tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
I catch blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
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, what just witnessed
Is the incredible of erick sermon.. and keith murray
Coming to an album you soon
This has been another erick production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and until time saying...
God damn!!!