Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper wack
as a matter of fact, I smack a of the style, jackets are now
mellow minced, defeatin the
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they and dribble
and like a pencil
The only I got, is brain power
And you know it's I rock, I rain showers
snow and raise hella eyebrows with my styles
You're wondering how
When where, made ladies so horny
they can't even be showin butt bare
up there, beside the birds the planets the hawk
the rappers who the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the plank stank I'm takin they rank
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm em like that game
I'm gunnin and and packin em up
and I'm this here rap thang
Main, you go to war, I'll take you
I physically break you, when I through
I'm makin you fake crew, you a mistake fool
I hate you MC's, I'll grate you like
I may choose to squeeze, my
And write out a couple of

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 get ripped, before By says don't flip with the Gift
You know? That's what I'm bout
How many must get dismissed
somebody 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 left
And then we got Brenda Short, and her