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

Four score and sixty-five in the past
I won the War with my beard
Now I'm to whup your ass
I've read up on your
You cure cancer your tears?
Well, tell me
How come you never sat and cried on your career?
a washed up has-been
On TV selling Total
And you're gonna this battle
Like you lost Return of the
I'll rip chest hairs out, put 'em in my mouth
squash you like I squashed the South
I told a lie and I won't start now
a horse with a limp, I'll put you down

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

I've got my face on the side of a
You voted for McCain
I've got a bucket of my head
And I'm about to make it
You bullets with your beard?
I 'em with my skull
I'd make fun of Walker, Texas
But I've never even seen that

Norris]:
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 attack sharks, I smell them bleed
I don't go swimming, water just wants to be me
My fists the speed of light wish that it was faster
You may have freed the
But Chuck is master