Luyện nghe bài hát Cheezit Terrorist

Fee fi fo fum, I the blood of a rapper that's wack
as a matter of fact, I a back of the style, jackets are now
mellow minced, defeatin the
And become as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
and bend like a
The only utensil I got, is power
And you know it's I rock, I rain showers
sleet snow and raise eyebrows with my styles
You're how wild
what where, made ladies so horny
they can't be showin they butt bare
up there, beside the birds the planets the hawk
the who talk the mo' shit
I'm makin em walk the plank they stank I'm they rank
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em like game
I'm gunnin and and packin 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 makin you fake crew, you made a mistake
I hate you MC's, grate you like cheese
I may choose to squeeze, my
And write out a of rhymes

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

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

You know, it's all
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