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 to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill cause i'ma ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
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 this week, and a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's 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 right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"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, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a body bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might 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 most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with explosive
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My wreck your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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