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
minced, defeatin the mental
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they and dribble
and like a pencil
The utensil I got, is brain power
And you know essential I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and raise hella with my styles
wondering how wild
When what where, made so horny
they can't even be they butt bare
Look up there, beside the birds the planets the
the who talk the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the plank they I'm takin they rank
they tossed I'm playin em like that game
I'm gunnin and and packin em up
and I'm runnin here rap thang
Main, you go to war, I'll take you
I physically break you, when I through
I'm you fake crew, you made a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, grate you like 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 man, what is this?
Is this all the 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 must get
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 thirteen minutes
And we got Brenda Short, and her records