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 like the star of a Christmas tree, like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're still Trumped
You me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause 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 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, make you think you're going
You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a of Christmas pain
I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair
You're a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I scared
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.
panic, Scrooge, but you're 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 tear you apart
What good is your purse if you're poor in heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps unnerve me, they're atrocious
frightens me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
Business and success, the life I've selected
So enough with pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
West:
What you're to be right, now
I'm the ghost of right, now
Just a lesson from 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 wish list
Cause you know the spirit of Christmas
If you think that you wanted moment
Start sharing money with some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, harkening to the dead Donald's lecture
I am expecting 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
Alone by youself on the bed of your
With a stench of regret on your dying breath
Cause you've chosen the of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's innocent blood on your
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is written as as the name on this grave
Scrooge:
Are these the shadows of things that be
Or things may be, only
If I depart from my course can change
Say it is with what you show me
I promise to 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-