Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a voice]
sermon is coming 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 stage the
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover 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 boy you better believe it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
That's more doper "spellbound" (word)
My up, so what the fuck slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
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 right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my frustration to the
And gets dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
Cause my 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 from the
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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