Luyện nghe bài hát Donald Trump vs Ebeneezer Scrooge. Epic Rap Battles of History Season 3.

Donald
up, Scrooge, I'm about 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 known for my heart but you're still 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 don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than lands
Even Jay-Z knows what a I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My raps'll haunt you, make you think going insane
about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a of Christmas pain
Cause I'm out, I got my own f***ing problems, me 2 Chainz!
Scrooge:
How you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair
You're a crappy apparition, I ain't scared
Of this random phantom, all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in ghosts and I don't that hair
J.P.
panic, Scrooge, but you're about 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 dumped on a bench, now pissed at the world
You made like Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your is the curse that's gonna tear you apart
What good is your purse if you're poor in heart?
Scrooge:
Bah humbug, your raps don't me, they're atrocious
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!
West:
What you're to be right, now
I'm the ghost of right, now
Just a lesson from Yeezy
You missing the point,
more to life than your work take it easy
Even I can make Top for a
Let's put some on your wish list
Cause you know the spirit of Christmas
If you think that you wanted moment
Start your money with some of the homeless!
Scrooge:
No! This isn't happening, oh, this is agony, wait
Actually, back to the dead Donald's lecture
I still am expecting a specter!
The Ghost of Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
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
you've chosen the path of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's innocent on your hands
The penance you pay for the way you behave
Is as plain as the name on this grave
Scrooge:
Are these the shadows of things that be
Or that may be, only
If I from my course can they change
Say it is thus with what you me
I promise to mend my
A to all men is what I will become
It's Christmas! I missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-