Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

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

sermon]
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 eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
the e double (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
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to 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 wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
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..."
[jeff
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the
"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!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
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 a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue comes straight the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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