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
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc royal
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I the frame out the microphone
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b
For this
Cause I'm real deal boy you believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, where I my sound
more doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
stewart]
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 from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only 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
Human behavior in a
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 thing in this world
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash you're in with explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave brain 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 gets open and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My wreck your whole concept
my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on
With the that I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better em

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