Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick sermon is 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 undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame 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 this week, and a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better it word
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 the fuck 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 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 blunt
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
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 pull out my get tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash trapped 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 on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And gets open and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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