Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched 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
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more shit 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 even the wicked witch
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 freak out like
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
from 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 gotta 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!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
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, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a you're trapped in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll wreck whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore wanna get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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