Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
Erick is coming up... I see him! I see him!

sermon]
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me bring to the stage the
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you him as the green eyed bandit
and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So can freak out like sheep
The undercover brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my
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..."
stewart]
And now "i gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight 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 when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my 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 than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I come
Form a leash you're trapped in explosive force
I push head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the
I catch blood on my blade
I take my to the stage
And open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish I kick
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a ya better tell em

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