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!"

[jeff
and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me bring to the the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto 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 is wicked; even the wicked witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better it word
from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
more doper than "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 gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
Straight l.o.d., kirkland 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 east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And out my get busy tools
I like a mad journalist
To funk, deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most thing in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash trapped in with explosive force
I your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I catch on my blade
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
And I'm inter-galactic on
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and
If ya got a crew ya better em

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