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, homely miserable grump
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the
I'm not known for my heart but you're 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 don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish
Even Jay-Z 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 whooped by emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Scrooge:
How you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair
You're a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't
Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't
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!
Who's 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 good is your if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps unnerve me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the is your gross ghost proboscis
Business and success, that's the I've selected
So enough with your pictures the past, I'm not affected!
Kanye
you're about to be right, now
I'm the of what's right, now
take a lesson from Yeezy
You missing the point,
There's more to life your work take it easy
Even I can Top for a Azizy
Let's put some on your wish list
Cause you don't know the of Christmas
If you that you wanted this moment
Start sharing your money with of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony,
Actually, harkening back to the dead Donald's
I still am a final specter!
The of Christmas Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

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 stench of regret on your dying breath
Cause you've chosen the path of a man
Tiny Tim's innocent blood on your hands
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is as plain as the name on this grave
Ebenezer
Are these the shadows of that will be
Or things 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 will
Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-