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 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 only utensil I got, is power
And you know essential I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and hella eyebrows with my styles
wondering how wild
When where, made ladies so horny
they can't even be showin they butt
Look up there, beside the the planets the hawk
the rappers who the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the they stank I'm takin they rank
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm em like that game
I'm and rackin and packin em up
and I'm runnin this here rap
Main, you go to war, I'll take you
I physically break you, when I break
I'm makin you crew, you made a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, I'll grate you cheese
I may to squeeze, my pencil
And write out a couple of

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

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

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 Short, and her records