Luyện nghe bài hát Abe Lincoln VS Chuck Norris Epic Rap Battles of History #3

Four score and years in the past
I won the Civil War with my
Now I'm to whup your ass
I've up on your facts
You cure with your tears?
Well, tell me
How you never sat down and cried on your career?
You're a washed up
On TV selling Gyms
And you're lose this battle
Like you lost of the Dragon
I'll rip your chest hairs out, put 'em in my
I'll squash you like I the South
I never told a lie and I won't now
You're a horse with a limp, I'll put you

[Chuck
This Gettysburg, punk, I'd suggest retreating
For I invented rap music when my heart beating
Chuck Norris doesn't battle, he just allows you to
My raps will blow your mind like a verbal John Wilkes

I've got my face on the of a mountain
You voted for John
got a bucket full of my head
And I'm to make it rain
You block bullets with beard?
I 'em with my skull
I'd make fun of Walker, Texas
But I've even seen that show

[Chuck
I am Chuck fucking
I've more blood and gore
Than forty score of your Civil Wars, bitch
I split the Union with a roundhouse
I wear a black on the beard that I grow on my dick
I sharks, when I smell them bleed
I don't go swimming, just wants to be around me
My fists make the speed of wish that it was faster
You may freed the slaves
But Chuck is master