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

Donald
Wake up, Scrooge, I'm about to take a of a dump
On this lonely, homely little grump
I'm the star 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 in a bikini, cause you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny away from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I 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 haunt you, make you think going insane
You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal
So when the strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How dare you disturb me I'm napping in my chair
a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't scared
Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't
I do not in ghosts and I don't believe that hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but about to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the of Rich Dudes Past!
Who's rocking the Monopoly mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got dumped on a bench, now you're pissed at the
You shoulda made like Sebastian, and a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you
What good is your purse if poor in your heart?
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps don't unnerve me, they're
What frightens me the most is your gross ghost
Business and success, the life I've selected
So enough your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
Kanye
you're about to be right, now
I'm the of what's right, now
Just take a lesson Yeezy
You the point, Ebenezy
There's more to life than your take it easy
I can make Top for a Azizy
Let's put friends on your wish list
Cause you don't know the of Christmas
If you think that you wanted this
sharing your money with some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This isn't happening, oh, this is agony, wait
Actually, harkening back to the dead lecture
I still am expecting a specter!
The of Christmas Yet To Come:
Boo!
Scrooge:

The of Christmas Yet To Come:
You're die
With no one to you and no one to cry
Alone by youself on the bed of your
a stench of regret on your last dying breath
Cause you've chosen the path of a man
With Tim's innocent blood on your hands
The penance you should pay for the way you
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 course can change
Say it is thus what you show me
I promise to my ways
A friend to all men is what I become
It's Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God us every-