Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a voice]
Erick sermon is 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 the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real deal boy you better it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
more doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the fuck (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash trapped in with explosive force
I push your head the cracks of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
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
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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