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 of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
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 believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
to the underground, where 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 style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave brain doin 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 a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
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 your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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