Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a 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 bring to the the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin shit 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 of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is even the wicked witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my this week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's more doper "spellbound" (word)
My up, so what the fuck 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 with the flyest transparent style on the
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a body 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 write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in
And the illiotic I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with explosive
I push your head through the cracks of
And leave your brain a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
I catch blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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