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, welcome to the grown-ups'
I've got exactly two minutes and you should be
I'm in the fucking weeds with all these shows to pitch
I keep my ovens preheated and my pilots
I'm a seasoned skillet, a PAM-sprayed pan
I've got Michelin stars, you're the Michelin Man
I'm rolling in dough, Beef Wellington from hollering
And I'm shitting on you like I'm wack flows

Child]
Oh, that a wonderful thing?
A grumpy little who thinks he can bring
Enough stuff to getting rough
With the queen of the bourguignon boeuf
I rock hard as on top of these bomb beats
Been chopping the pommes since you sucked on your mom's teats
I served America dutifully, and I sliced lard
I reigned supreme shark repellent to charcuterie
Go on and cross your arms in that b-boy
And it comes 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!
a namby-pamby candy-assed pansy, Gordon Ramsay
You couldn't rap your way out of a bag, understand me?
I laugh and create, you and destroy
But fear, my dear boy, is less than joy

[Gordon
I'm glad that you got off your giant, flabby chest
I'd call you a but you look more like Shrek
When the Man chef busts a rhyme
I'll open up on you like a red wine
I'm a innovator, you're no creator
Regurgitating French like a glorified translator
I'm fresh, you're past your date
Alright, it, blue team, drop the bouillabaisse (yes, chef!)
I've seen your little show and it ain't pretty
One part Big Bird, two Miss Piggy
You can't me with your fatty recipes
Call your book the art of heart disease
I mean its (yes, chef!)
at page 408
tell me who the (yes, chef!)
to learn to cook calf brains?
You these rhymes raw? (no, chef!)
they're and soft
now here this jacket
now give it back and off!