Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick sermon is 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 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 than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (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 freak out sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I create my
more doper than "spellbound" (word)
My up, so what the fuck 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 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 blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a when I take a deep breath
a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And out my get busy tools
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 poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
my delivery 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 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, you've just witnessed
Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and murray
to an album near you soon
This has been another erick sermon
This is jeff stewart off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!