Luyện nghe bài hát Gordon Ramsay vs Julia Child

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

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

[Julia
Oh, isn't a wonderful thing?
A grumpy chef who thinks he can bring
stuff to justify getting rough
With the queen of the bourguignon boeuf
I rock hard as concrete on top of these bomb
Been chopping the frites since you sucked on your mom's teats
I served dutifully, and I sliced lard beautifully
I supreme from 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 nice amuse-bouche, a poor abused youth
Set a thirty-year timer, voila! douche!
You're a namby-pamby 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 your giant, flabby
I'd call you a but you look more like Shrek
When the Iron Man chef a rhyme
I'll open up on you a fine red wine
I'm a culinary innovator, no creator
French plates like a glorified translator
I'm fresh, you're past your expiration
Alright, fuck it, blue team, the bouillabaisse (yes, chef!)
seen your little show and it sure ain't pretty
One Big Bird, two parts Miss Piggy
You can't me with your fatty recipes
Call your book Mastering the art of heart
I mean its (yes, chef!)
look at 408
me who the fuck (yes, chef!)
wants to learn to calf brains?
You call these raw? (no, chef!)
they're stale and
now here take this
now give it back and off!