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!"

[jeff
and gentlemen, are you ready
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 than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
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 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
murray's, comin from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a body bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya 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 near you
has been another erick sermon production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and until next saying...
God damn!!!