Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a voice]
Erick sermon is up... I see him! I see him!

[erick
up

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

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the stage the
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my
That's more doper "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the fuck (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
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 cracks of
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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