Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick sermon is up... I see him! I see him!

sermon]
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
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than 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 owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
Couldn't get 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 like
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I create my
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!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only blunt king
"i gotta 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 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 break
And out my get busy tools
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
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 erick sermon.. and murray
to an album near you soon
This has been another erick production
This is jeff stewart off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!