Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
Erick 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 stage the
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (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 doing
You wanna see me call steve (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's 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..."
[jeff
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the transparent 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 gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I lose my cool, and break fool
And out my get busy tools
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head the cracks of sanity
And your brain doin a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my
I take my frustration to the
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so
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
to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

[jeff
("hostile" set repeats in background)
and gentlemen, what you've just witnessed
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!!!