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 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 more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
get with 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 see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
That's more doper "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 gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent 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 blunt
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash you're trapped in with force
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your brain doin a bid in
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
My dialogue comes from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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