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
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
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
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 create my
more doper than "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 the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get busy
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with 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 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 your whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya better em

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