Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper wack
as a matter of fact, I a back of the style, jackets are now
mellow minced, the mental
And Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
and like a pencil
The utensil I got, is brain power
And you know it's I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and raise hella with my styles
You're how wild
When where, made ladies so horny
they can't even be they butt bare
up there, beside the birds 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 I'm playin em like that game
I'm and rackin and packin em up
and I'm runnin this rap thang
Main, you wanna go to war, I'll you
I physically break you, I break through
I'm you fake crew, you made a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, I'll grate you like
I may to squeeze, my pencil
And out a couple of rhymes

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

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

You know, all good
KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Cheezit
And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes
And we got Brenda Short, and her records