Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

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

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause ghetto bastard
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm awesome
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For session
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
That's more than "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 flyest transparent style on the
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"
from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and philly blunt king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

[keith
murray's, comin from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my a trey-deuce
behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get tools
I write like a mad
To funk, that's deeper than a 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 through the cracks of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
Before I catch on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
my delivery is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the
Damnage to your medula, 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 murray
to an album near you soon
This has been another erick production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and next time saying...
God damn!!!