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

Donald
up, Scrooge, I'm about to take a Dickens of a dump
On this lonely, homely miserable grump
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're still getting
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish
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 you're going
about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, 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 disturb me when I'm napping in my
You're a crappy apparition, I ain't scared
Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I care
I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Rich Past!
Who's properly the Monopoly mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got on a bench, now you're pissed at the world
You shoulda made Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna you apart
What good is purse if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your don't unnerve me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the is your gross ghost proboscis
and success, that's the life 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
Just a lesson from Yeezy
You missing the point,
There's more to life your work take it easy
Even I can make Top for a
Let's put some friends on your list
Cause you don't know the of Christmas
If you think you wanted this moment
Start sharing money with some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, back to the dead Donald's lecture
I am expecting a final specter!
The Ghost of Yet To Come:
Boo!
Scrooge:

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