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

Donald
Wake up, Scrooge, I'm to take a Dickens of a dump
On this lonely, homely little miserable
I'm like the of a Christmas tree, you're like the stump
I'm not for my heart but you're still getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away me, don't even touch me
I shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am, I got my on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll you, make you think you're going insane
You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal
So when the clock strikes, prepare to a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, me 2 Chainz!
Scrooge:
How dare you me when I'm napping in my chair
a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't scared
Of this random phantom, all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe hair
J.P.
panic, Scrooge, but you're about to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the of Rich Dudes Past!
Who's properly rocking the mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got dumped on a bench, now pissed at the world
You shoulda made like Sebastian, and kissed a
Because greed is the curse that's gonna tear you apart
What good is your purse if poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps don't unnerve me, they're
What frightens me the most is your gross ghost
Business and success, that's the life I've
So enough with your from the past, I'm not affected!
West:
What about to be right, now
I'm the of what's right, now
Just take a lesson Yeezy
You missing the point,
There's more to life than your work take it
Even I can make Top for a
Let's put some on your wish list
Cause you don't the spirit of Christmas
If you think that you this moment
Start sharing money with some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This isn't happening, oh, is maddening agony, wait
Actually, harkening back to the Donald's lecture
I still am a final specter!
The Ghost of Christmas Yet To
Boo!
Scrooge:

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
gonna die
With no one to you and no one to cry
by youself on the bed of your death
With a stench of regret on your dying breath
Cause chosen the path of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's blood on your hands
The you should pay for the way you behave
Is written as plain as the on this grave
Scrooge:
Are these the shadows of things that be
Or that may be, only
If I depart from my can they change
Say it is thus with you show me
I to mend my ways
A friend to all men is what I will
Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-