Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's
as a matter of fact, I smack a of the style, jackets are now
minced, defeatin the mental
And become as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
and bend a pencil
The only I got, is brain power
And you know it's essential I rock, I showers
sleet snow and raise hella with my styles
You're wondering how
what where, made ladies so horny
they can't be showin they butt bare
up there, beside the birds the planets the hawk
the rappers who the mo' shit
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 this here rap thang
Main, you wanna go to war, I'll you
I physically break you, when I through
I'm makin you fake crew, you made a mistake
I you MC's, I'll grate you like cheese
I may choose to squeeze, my
And out a couple of rhymes

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

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

You know, all good
KP and in the house, the Cheezit Terrorist
And we at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes left
And then we got Brenda Short, and her