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!"

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

[erick
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the bitch (word em up)
Time to my peak 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 call austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
to the underground, where I create my sound
That's 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..."
[jeff
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent 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 right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep
With a body bash, my paragraph 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 than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid rumblin tracks
I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My wreck your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my
With my makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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