Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick is coming up... I see him! I see him!

sermon]
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand 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 tactics cause i'ma 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
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
That's more doper "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 the flyest transparent style 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 right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a when I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I write 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 illiotic shit I come
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's 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 like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
My dialogue comes straight the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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