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, little miserable grump
I'm like the star of a Christmas tree, like the stump
I'm not known for my heart but you're still Trumped
You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you me
Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, even touch me
I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish
Even knows what a pimp I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
My haunt you, make you think you're going insane
You're about to get 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!
Ebenezer
How dare you disturb me I'm napping in my chair
a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't scared
Of random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe that
J.P.
Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're to crash!
I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Dudes Past!
properly rocking the Monopoly mustache!
Yo, I own the railroad, I run tracks!
You got on a bench, now you're pissed at the world
You made like Sebastian, and kissed a girl
Because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you
What is your purse if you're poor in your heart?
Ebenezer
Bah humbug, your raps don't me, they're atrocious
What me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
Business and success, that's the life I've
So with your pictures from the past, I'm not affected!
West:
What about to be right, now
I'm the ghost of right, now
Just a lesson from Yeezy
You the point, Ebenezy
There's more to life your work take it easy
Even I can Top for a Azizy
Let's put friends on your wish list
Cause you don't the spirit of Christmas
If you think you wanted this moment
Start sharing your money with of the homeless!
Ebenezer
No! isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
Actually, back to the dead Donald's lecture
I still am expecting a specter!
The of Christmas Yet To Come:
Boo!
Ebenezer

The Ghost of Yet To Come:
You're 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
Cause chosen the path of a selfish man
With Tiny Tim's innocent blood on hands
The penance you should pay for the way you
Is written as as the name on this grave
Ebenezer
Are these the of things that will 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 to all men is what I will become
Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-