Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper wack
as a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, are now
mellow minced, defeatin the
And become Gentle as Ben, but they stibble and dribble
and like a pencil
The utensil I got, is brain power
And you know it's I rock, I rain showers
sleet and raise hella eyebrows with my styles
You're wondering how
what where, made ladies so horny
they can't be showin they butt bare
Look up there, the birds the planets the hawk
the rappers who talk the mo'
I'm em walk the plank they stank I'm takin they rank
they tiddlewinks I'm playin em like that game
I'm gunnin and and packin em up
and I'm runnin here rap thang
Main, you wanna go to war, take you
I physically break you, I break through
I'm makin you fake crew, you made a mistake
I hate you MC's, grate you like cheese
I may choose to squeeze, my
And write out a couple of

Whooooaaaa, my goodness!!!
Are we slaughterin, is just slaughter MC night?
Or somethin man, what is
Is all the aggression you ever had?

How many MC's must get ripped, By says don't flip with the Gift
You know? That's I'm talkin bout
How many MC's must get
Before somebody says, trip with the Gift

You know, it's all
KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Terrorist
And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen left
And we got Brenda Short, and her records