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 little miserable
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the
I'm not known for my heart but you're still getting
You remind me of my in a bikini, cause you disgust me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy from me, don't even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster Scottish lands
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
You're about to get whooped by three of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How dare you disturb me when I'm napping in my
You're a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't
Of this phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not in ghosts 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 Dudes 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 like Sebastian, and a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna you apart
What good is your purse if you're poor in heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps don't unnerve me, they're
What me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
Business and success, 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 work take it easy
I can make Top for a Azizy
Let's put some friends on your list
you don't know the spirit of Christmas
If you think that you wanted this
Start sharing your money with of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! This isn't happening, oh, this is 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 of Christmas Yet To Come:
gonna die
With no one to you and no one to cry
Alone by youself on the bed of death
With a stench of regret on last dying breath
you've chosen the path of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's innocent blood on hands
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is written as as the name on this grave
Ebenezer
Are the shadows of things that will be
Or that may be, only
If I from my course can they change
Say it is thus with you show me
I to mend my ways
A friend to all men is what I will
It's Christmas! I haven't my chance to be different, God bless us every-