Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick 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 undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
Time to my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
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 better believe it
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my
more doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the 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 philly king
"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 take a breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And out my get busy 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
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll 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 makin hardcore wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a ya better tell em

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