Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I the blood of a rapper that's wack
as a matter of fact, I smack a of the style, jackets are now
minced, defeatin the mental
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and
and bend a pencil
The only utensil I got, is power
And you know essential I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and raise hella with my styles
You're how wild
When what where, ladies so horny
they can't even be showin butt bare
Look up there, beside the birds the planets the
the rappers who the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the plank they stank I'm takin rank
tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em like that game
I'm and rackin and packin em up
and I'm this here rap thang
Main, you wanna go to war, take you
I physically break you, when I through
I'm makin you fake crew, you a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, I'll you like cheese
I may to squeeze, my pencil
And out a couple of rhymes

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

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

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