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!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak 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 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 create my
That's more 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 with the flyest transparent on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right 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 right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I write a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue comes from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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