Luyện nghe bài hát Gordon Ramsay vs Julia Child

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

[Gordon
And how you make a perfect risotto
Right, Mrs. Child, welcome to the grown-ups'
I've got two minutes and you should be grateful
Cause I'm in the fucking weeds with all these to pitch
I keep my ovens preheated and my pilots
I'm a seasoned skillet, you're a pan
I've got Michelin stars, you're the Michelin Man
I'm in dough, like Beef Wellington from hollering
And I'm shitting on you I'm wack flows intolerant

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

[Gordon
I'm that you got that off your giant, flabby chest
I'd call you a Donkey but you look like Shrek
the Iron Man chef busts a rhyme
I'll open up on you like a red wine
I'm a culinary innovator, you're no
Regurgitating French plates like a glorified
I'm fresh, you're past expiration date
Alright, it, blue team, drop the bouillabaisse (yes, chef!)
I've seen your little and it sure ain't pretty
One part Big Bird, two parts Piggy
You can't test me with fatty recipes
Call your book Mastering the art of heart
I its rubbish (yes, chef!)
look at 408
tell me who the (yes, chef!)
wants to learn to cook calf
You these rhymes raw? (no, chef!)
they're and soft
now here take this
now give it and fuck off!