Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick sermon is up... I see him! I see him!

sermon]
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

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

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
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 slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent 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 blunt
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the south east and left
to death, makin a world when 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 tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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