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 lonely, homely little miserable grump
I'm the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you me
your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I rappers faster than Scottish lands
Jay-Z knows what 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 insane
You're about to get whooped by three of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair
You're a crappy apparition, I ain't scared
Of this phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not in ghosts and I don't believe that hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Dudes Past!
properly 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 Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's tear you apart
What good is your purse if you're poor in your
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps unnerve me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the most is your gross ghost
Business and success, the life I've selected
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 a lesson from Yeezy
You missing the point,
There's more to life than your work it easy
Even I can Top for a Azizy
Let's put friends on your wish list
Cause you don't know the spirit of
If you that you wanted this moment
sharing your money with some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This isn't happening, oh, 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!
Scrooge:

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
You're die
With no one to you and no one to cry
by youself on the bed of your death
With a of regret on your last dying breath
Cause you've the path of a selfish man
With Tiny innocent blood on your hands
The you should pay for the way you behave
Is written as plain as the on this grave
Ebenezer
Are these the of things that will be
Or that may be, only
If I from my course can they change
Say it is thus with what you me
I to mend 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-