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
me bring to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill cause i'ma ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill
So y'all can out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
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 it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, 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..."
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 king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and 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 thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with explosive
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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