Luyện nghe bài hát Gordon Ramsay vs Julia Child

EPIC RAP OF HISTORY!
RAMSAY!
VERSUS!
CHILD!
BEGIN!

[Gordon
And that's how you make a risotto
Right, Mrs. Child, to the grown-ups' table
I've got exactly two and you should be grateful
Cause I'm in the fucking weeds with all shows to pitch
I keep my ovens and my pilots green-lit
I'm a seasoned skillet, you're a pan
got Michelin stars, you're like the Michelin Man
I'm rolling in dough, like Beef from hollering
And I'm shitting on you like I'm wack flows

[Julia
Oh, isn't a wonderful thing?
A little chef who thinks he can bring
Enough stuff to getting rough
With the butter-loving of the bourguignon boeuf
I rock as concrete on top of these bomb beats
chopping the pommes frites since you sucked on your mom's teats
I America dutifully, and I sliced lard beautifully
I reigned from shark repellent to charcuterie
Go on and cross arms in that b-boy stance
And when it to haute cuisine, there's one F-word: France
Here's a amuse-bouche, take a poor abused youth
Set a timer, voila! Huge douche!
You're a namby-pamby candy-assed pansy, Ramsay
You couldn't rap your way out of a bag, understand me?
I laugh and create, you berate and
But fear, my dear boy, is less than joy

Ramsay]
I'm glad you got that off your giant, flabby chest
I'd call you a Donkey but you look more Shrek
When the Iron Man chef a rhyme
I'll open up on you like a red wine
I'm a culinary innovator, you're no
French plates like a glorified translator
I'm fresh, past your expiration date
Alright, fuck it, blue team, drop the (yes, chef!)
I've seen your show and it sure ain't pretty
One part Big Bird, two Miss Piggy
You test me with your fatty recipes
Call your Mastering the art of heart disease
I mean its (yes, chef!)
look at 408
me who the fuck (yes, chef!)
wants to learn to cook brains?
You these rhymes raw? (no, chef!)
they're and soft
now here take this
now it back and fuck off!