Luyện nghe bài hát Donald Trump vs Ebeneezer Scrooge. Epic Rap Battles of History Season 3.

Donald
Wake up, Scrooge, I'm about to a Dickens of a dump
On this lonely, little miserable grump
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, you're the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're still Trumped
You remind me of my in a bikini, cause you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even me
I don't hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
Even Jay-Z knows a pimp I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, make you think you're going
You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the plane
So when the clock strikes, to enter a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How dare you disturb me when I'm in my chair
You're a crappy apparition, I ain't scared
Of random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in and I don't believe that hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but about to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Rich Past!
properly rocking the Monopoly mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got on a bench, now you're pissed at the world
You made like Sebastian, and kissed a girl
your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you apart
What is your purse if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, raps don't unnerve me, they're atrocious
What me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
Business and success, that's the life I've
So enough your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
Kanye
What you're to be right, now
I'm the of what's right, now
Just a lesson from Yeezy
You missing the point,
more to life than your work take it easy
Even I can Top for a Azizy
put some friends on your wish list
Cause you don't know the spirit of
If you that you wanted this moment
Start sharing your with some of the homeless!
Scrooge:
No! This isn't happening, oh, this is agony, wait
Actually, back to the dead Donald's lecture
I am expecting a final specter!
The Ghost of Christmas Yet To
Boo!
Ebenezer

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
You're die
With no one to you and no one to cry
Alone by on the bed of your death
a stench of regret on your last dying breath
Cause you've chosen the path of a man
With Tiny Tim's innocent blood on hands
The penance you should pay for the way you
Is as plain as the name on this grave
Ebenezer
Are these the shadows of things will be
Or things may be, only
If I depart from my course can they
Say it is with what you show me
I promise to my ways
A friend to all men is what I become
Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-