Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon a high-pitched voice]
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 to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed
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 ghetto bastard
Some say my rap 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 can freak out like sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
more doper 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 gotta to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i gotta to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"

[keith
Keith murray's, comin from the north south and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a
Human in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break
And pull out my get busy
I like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this
Is my notion, for poetry in motion
And the illiotic I come across
a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the of sanity
And leave brain doin a bid in purgatory
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I take my to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the that I kick
I'm high at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get
My comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

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