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 the star of a Christmas tree, you're like the stump
I'm not known for my but you're still getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you me
Keep your TB from Tiny away from me, don't even touch me
I don't hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than 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 you're going insane
You're about to get whooped by three of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own problems, call me 2 Chainz!
Ebenezer
How dare you me when I'm napping in my chair
You're a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't
Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I care
I do not in ghosts and I don't believe that hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're 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 at the world
You shoulda like Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you
What good is purse if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps don't unnerve me, they're
What frightens me the most is your gross ghost
Business and success, that's the life I've
So enough with 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 from Yeezy
You missing the point,
There's to life than your work take it easy
Even I can make Top for a
put some friends on your wish list
Cause you know the spirit of Christmas
If you think that you wanted moment
Start sharing your money some of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, harkening back to the Donald's lecture
I am expecting a final specter!
The Ghost of Yet To Come:
Boo!
Scrooge:

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