Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I the blood of a rapper that's wack
as a of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now
mellow minced, defeatin the
And become as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
and like a pencil
The only 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
When what where, made so horny
they can't even be showin they bare
Look up there, beside the birds the the hawk
the who talk the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the plank stank I'm takin they rank
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em 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 fake crew, you made a fool
I hate you MC's, I'll grate you like
I may choose to squeeze, my
And write out a of rhymes

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

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

You know, all good
KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Terrorist
And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen left
And then we got Short, and her records