Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
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 stage the
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 (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
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 my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's more doper "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so the fuck 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 the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a body bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a ya better tell em

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