Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched 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 undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
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 this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's more doper "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 transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And out my get busy tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I blood on my blade
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue makin hardcore wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

stewart]
("hostile" set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what just witnessed
Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and murray
Coming to an album you soon
This has been another erick production
This is stewart signing off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!