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, welcome to the table
I've got exactly two minutes and you should be
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
I've got Michelin stars, you're like the Man
I'm rolling in dough, Beef Wellington from hollering
And I'm shitting on you I'm wack flows intolerant

Child]
Oh, isn't that a thing?
A grumpy chef who thinks he can bring
Enough to justify getting rough
With the butter-loving queen of the bourguignon
I rock hard as concrete on top of these bomb
chopping the pommes frites since you sucked on your mom's teats
I served America dutifully, and I lard beautifully
I reigned from shark repellent to charcuterie
Go on and cross your arms in that b-boy
And when it to haute cuisine, there's one F-word: France
Here's a nice amuse-bouche, take a 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 pastry bag, me?
I and create, you berate and destroy
But fear, my dear boy, is scrumptious 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 busts a
I'll open up on you like a red wine
I'm a culinary innovator, no creator
Regurgitating French plates like a translator
I'm fresh, past your expiration date
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 test me with your recipes
Call your book Mastering the art of disease
I its rubbish (yes, chef!)
look at 408
tell me who the (yes, chef!)
to learn to cook calf brains?
You these rhymes raw? (no, chef!)
stale and soft
now here this jacket
now give it back and off!