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

Albert

I apply my battle theory, minds are relatively 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 you anywhere MIT to Oxford.
All your fans with be like: "Um, was Hawk-ward."
I'm as as two rappers. You better be scared.
'cause means: Albert E. equals mc².

Stephen

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 someone glued a mustache on a troll doll.
be stretching out the rhyme, like gravity stretches time.
When you try to put little p-brane against this kind of mind.
I'm the best. I'm the Dogg of science.
I'll be dropping mad apples on your head from the of giants.

Albert

I'm a giant whose you'd have stood on, if you could stand.
I'll give you a brief history of pain with the of my hand.
You can't matter or me, for serious!
Ripping holes in you bigger than the hole in your hole theory was.

Stephen

are 10 million, million, million, million,
Million, million, million, million,
Particles in the universe we can observe.
Your mama took the ones and put them into one nerd.
You bring the heat with them mushroom clouds you're making.
I'm about to bake raps 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!