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 to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
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
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's doper than "spellbound" (word)
My up, so what the fuck 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 gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your head the cracks of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore 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" set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what you've witnessed
Is the skills of erick sermon.. and keith murray
Coming to an album you soon
This has been another sermon production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and next time saying...
God damn!!!