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

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin shit than 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 of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so the fuck slouch? (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 flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get busy
I write like a mad
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I catch on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

stewart]
("hostile" set repeats in background)
and gentlemen, what you've just witnessed
Is the skills 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!!!