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 a back of the style, jackets are now
minced, defeatin the mental
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and
and like a pencil
The only I got, is brain power
And you it's essential I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and raise eyebrows with my styles
wondering how wild
When what where, made so horny
they can't even be showin butt bare
Look up there, beside the birds the the hawk
the rappers who talk the mo'
I'm makin em walk the plank they stank I'm they rank
they tiddlewinks I'm playin em like that game
I'm gunnin and and packin em up
and I'm runnin this here rap
Main, you wanna go to war, take you
I physically break you, I break through
I'm makin you crew, you made a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, grate you like cheese
I may choose to squeeze, my
And write out a couple of

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

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

You know, it's all
KP and in the house, the Cheezit Terrorist
And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen left
And then we got Short, and her records