Luyện nghe bài hát Einstein vs Stephen Hawking - Epic Rap Battles of History #7

Albert

When I apply my battle theory, minds are blown.
So take a seat, Steve. Oops, I see you your own.
What's with voice? I can't frickin tell.
You sound like having sex with a speak-and-spell.
I'll school you MIT to Oxford.
All your with be like: "Um, that was Hawk-ward."
I'm as as two rappers. You better be scared.
'cause that means: Albert E. mc².

Hawking

You've got no idea what messing with here boy.
I got 12 inch rims on my chair, how I roll y'all.
You look like someone a mustache on a troll doll.
I'll be out the rhyme, like gravity stretches time.
When you try to put your little p-brane against kind of mind.
I'm the best. I'm the Snoop of science.
I'll be dropping mad apples on head from the shoulder of giants.

Albert

I'm a giant whose shoulders you'd have stood on, if you stand.
I'll you a brief history of pain with the back of my hand.
You destroy matter or me, for serious!
Ripping holes in you bigger the hole in your black hole theory was.

Stephen

are 10 million, million, million, million,
Million, million, million, million,
in the universe that we can observe.
Your mama took the ones and put them into one nerd.
You wanna bring the heat with them mushroom you're making.
I'm about to bake from scratch, like Carl Sagan.
And while it's true that my is based on you.
I'm a super you're like a TI-82. Oooh!