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

Donald
Wake up, Scrooge, I'm about to a Dickens of a dump
On this lonely, homely little miserable
I'm like the star of a tree, you're like the stump
I'm not known for my but you're still getting Trumped
You remind me of my in a bikini, cause you disgust me
Keep your TB Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin faster than Scottish lands
Even Jay-Z knows what a I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, make you think you're going
You're about to get by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How you disturb 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 believe that hair
J.P.
panic, Scrooge, but you're about to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Rich Past!
Who's properly rocking the 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 purse if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps unnerve me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the most is your gross proboscis
and success, that's the life I've selected
So enough your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
Kanye
What you're 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 some friends on your wish
Cause you don't know the of Christmas
If you that you wanted this moment
Start sharing money with some of the homeless!
Scrooge:
No! isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, harkening to the dead Donald's lecture
I still am a final specter!
The Ghost of Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

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