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 table
I've got exactly two minutes and you 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, a PAM-sprayed pan
I've got stars, you're like the Michelin Man
I'm rolling in dough, like Wellington from hollering
And I'm shitting on you like I'm wack intolerant

Child]
Oh, isn't that a wonderful
A grumpy little chef who he can bring
Enough stuff to getting rough
With the butter-loving queen of the bourguignon
I rock hard as concrete on top of these bomb
Been the pommes frites since you sucked on your mom's teats
I served America dutifully, and I sliced beautifully
I reigned supreme from shark 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 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 Shrek
When the Iron Man busts a rhyme
I'll open up on you a fine red wine
I'm a culinary innovator, you're no
Regurgitating French plates a glorified translator
I'm fresh, you're past expiration date
Alright, fuck it, blue team, drop the (yes, chef!)
seen your little show and it sure ain't pretty
One part Big Bird, two Miss Piggy
You can't test me with your fatty
Call your book Mastering the art of disease
I its rubbish (yes, chef!)
look at 408
me who the fuck (yes, chef!)
wants to to cook calf brains?
You call rhymes raw? (no, chef!)
they're stale and
now here take jacket
now give it back and off!