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!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
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 ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I create my
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..."
stewart]
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the 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 philly blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic shit I across
a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My wreck your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to your medula, 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 skills of sermon.. and keith murray
to an album near you soon
This has been another erick sermon
This is jeff stewart off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!