Luyện nghe bài hát Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter

EPIC RAP OF HISTORY!
THE RIPPER!
VS!
LECTER!
BEGIN!

the Ripper]
Oi mate, the liquor, it's Jack the Ripper
the Rapper, following you way before the dawn of Twitter
I'm a human warning, through the night until the morning
When the light upon my crimes, you find it sick, appalling
An infamous, delinquent
little more gorier thing than living in Victorian England
This is horrorcore, beware if you're a whore
Or at night you may find me knocking on your door
Not keen to leave until I'm knee deep in and gore
Your grieving on their knees, weeping, scrubbing floors
The need a lead they dunno what they're looking for
My are like the way I eat my meat, bloody raw

[Hannibal
Jack, you're a classic
You mentioned me once in your entire battle rap
Pity your verse wasn't worth a in the jacket
Quit jacking off on the track and put the in the basket
You can't catch what the iller serial killer can
Rhymes finer than the chianti I would with your liver
Cause the thought of your putrid flesh makes me to shiver
Your body's covered in more piss than kitty litter
You stabbed when they wouldn't give you attention
Like a Penny Dreadful of OJ Simpson
These your nickname is all that's even known
And you didn't even come up with that shit on own

[Jack the
I'm real! You'll find me making in brothels
While you only existed inside the pages of a
You were kept for ages in a
Contained within a cage behind a locked door while I got caught
So who's the superior serial killer, Dr
I'm still wanted, you're forgotten, people these days are watching
So God protect ya from the hell I upon us
I'm London, fuck the 7/7 bombers!

Lecter]
No, no, Jack you were fine
Before your ham-fisted at a terrorist line
How typical of Jack the to chase a headline
Pick Ray brain and ask him how I get mine
I'm the bon vivant of and a licenced psychatrist
Who dines on highest society to the of violins
Don't get me wrong, I'd roast both balls on my Hibachi
But for a serial killer you're as tasteless as a of Kashi
You on a prostitiute and play with her body
I don't that you're naughty Jack, I hate that you're sloppy
Barney, me back to solitary confinement
Cause this dirty little lamb has just been

WHO
NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EEEEEEEEEEE- *Scream* -PIC RAP OF HISTORY!