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
mellow minced, the mental
And become as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
and bend a pencil
The only I got, is brain power
And you know essential I rock, I rain showers
sleet and raise hella eyebrows with my styles
You're how wild
When what where, made ladies so
they can't even be showin they bare
Look up there, beside the birds the the hawk
the rappers who the mo' shit
I'm em walk the plank they stank I'm takin they rank
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em like game
I'm gunnin and rackin and em up
and I'm runnin here rap thang
Main, you wanna go to war, I'll you
I physically break you, when I break
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 MC night?
Or somethin man, what is
Is this all the aggression you had?

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

You know, it's all
KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Terrorist
And we at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes left
And we got Brenda Short, and her records