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 Dickens of a
On this lonely, little miserable grump
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but still getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even me
I don't shake hands, I don't fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
Even knows what a pimp I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, you think you're going insane
You're about to get by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How dare you me when I'm napping in my chair
a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't scared
Of random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe that
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 dumped on a bench, now pissed at the world
You shoulda made like Sebastian, and a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna you apart
What is your purse if you're poor in your heart?
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps don't me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the most is your gross ghost
Business and success, the life I've selected
So enough with pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
Kanye
you're about to be right, now
I'm the ghost of right, now
Just take a lesson Yeezy
You the point, Ebenezy
more to life than your work take it easy
Even I can Top for a Azizy
Let's put some friends on wish list
Cause you know the spirit of Christmas
If you think you wanted this moment
Start your money with some of the homeless!
Scrooge:
No! isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, harkening back to the dead Donald's
I still am a final specter!
The Ghost of Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

The of Christmas Yet To Come:
You're die
no one to love you and no one to cry
Alone by youself on the bed of death
With a of regret on your last dying breath
you've chosen the path of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's innocent on your hands
The you should pay for the way you behave
Is written as plain as the name on grave
Scrooge:
Are the shadows of things that will be
Or that may be, only
If I depart from my can they change
Say it is thus with you show me
I promise to my ways
A friend to all men is I will become
It's Christmas! I missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-