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 of a dump
On this lonely, little miserable grump
I'm like the star of a tree, you're like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but still getting Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than lands
Jay-Z 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 going insane
You're about to get by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, me 2 Chainz!
Scrooge:
How dare you disturb me when I'm napping in my
You're a crappy apparition, I ain't scared
Of this phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in and I don't believe that hair
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the of Rich Dudes Past!
properly rocking the Monopoly mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got dumped on a bench, now you're at the world
You made like Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you
What good is your if you're poor in your heart?
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps don't me, they're atrocious
What frightens me the most is gross ghost proboscis
and success, that's the life I've selected
So with your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
West:
What you're to be right, now
I'm the of what's right, now
Just take a 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 wish list
you don't know the spirit of Christmas
If you that you wanted this moment
sharing your 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 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 on your last dying breath
Cause you've the path of a selfish man
Tiny Tim's innocent blood on your hands
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is written as plain as the name on grave
Scrooge:
Are these the shadows of that will be
Or things that may be,
If I depart my course 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-