Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a 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
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's more 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 right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta 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 gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I your head through the cracks of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm on plastic
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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