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 this lonely, homely little miserable
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the
I'm not for my heart but you're still getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, you disgust me
Keep your TB from Timmy away from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am, I got my name on the of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, make you think going insane
You're to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas
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 scared
Of this phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in ghosts and I believe that 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 rocking the mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got on a bench, now you're pissed at the world
You shoulda made like Sebastian, and a girl
Because your is the curse that's gonna tear you apart
What good is your purse if poor in your heart?
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps don't me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the most is your gross proboscis
Business and success, that's the life selected
So enough your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
West:
What about to be right, now
I'm the ghost of right, now
Just take a lesson Yeezy
You the point, Ebenezy
There's more to life than your 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 think that you wanted moment
Start sharing your money some of the homeless!
Scrooge:
No! This happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, back to the dead Donald's lecture
I am expecting a final specter!
The of Christmas Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
You're die
no one to love you and no one to cry
Alone by on the bed of your death
With a stench of regret on your last breath
Cause you've the path of a selfish man
With Tiny innocent blood on your hands
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is written as plain as the name on grave
Ebenezer
Are these the of things that will be
Or things that may be,
If I depart from my course can change
Say it is thus with what you me
I promise to my ways
A friend to all men is what I will
It's Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God bless us