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
me bring to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
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)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's 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..."
stewart]
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight 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!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And open dope and stupid 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 on plastic
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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