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 perfect
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 these shows to
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 in dough, like Beef Wellington from hollering
And I'm on you like I'm wack flows intolerant

Child]
Oh, isn't a wonderful thing?
A little chef who thinks he can bring
stuff to justify getting rough
With the butter-loving queen of the bourguignon
I rock hard as concrete on top of these bomb
Been chopping the pommes frites since you sucked on your teats
I served America dutifully, and I sliced lard
I reigned supreme from shark to charcuterie
Go on and cross your arms in b-boy stance
And when it comes to haute cuisine, there's one F-word:
Here's a nice amuse-bouche, take a poor youth
Set a thirty-year timer, voila! douche!
a namby-pamby candy-assed pansy, Gordon Ramsay
You couldn't rap way out of a pastry bag, understand me?
I laugh and create, you and destroy
But fear, my dear boy, is less than joy

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