Luyện nghe bài hát Jack the Ripper vs Hannibal Lecter

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

[Jack the
Oi mate, pass the liquor, it's Jack the
the Rapper, following you way before the dawn of Twitter
I'm a trigger warning, through the night until the morning
When the light shines upon my crimes, you find it sick,
An infamous, notorious
There's little more gorier thing living in Victorian England
is horrorcore, beware if you're a common whore
Or at night you may find me knocking on your door
Not keen to leave until I'm knee in blood and gore
Your grieving family on their knees, weeping, scrubbing
The police need a they dunno what they're looking for
My raps are the way I eat my meat, bloody raw

[Hannibal
Jack, you're a megalomaniac
You haven't mentioned me once in entire battle rap
Pity your verse wasn't worth a in the jacket
jacking off on the track and put the lotion in the basket
You can't what the iller serial killer can deliver
finer than the chianti I would pair with your liver
Cause the of your putrid flesh makes me want to shiver
Your British body's covered in more piss than kitty
You stabbed women when they wouldn't give you
Like a Dreadful version of OJ Simpson
These days your nickname is all that's even
And you even come up with that shit on your own

[Jack the
I'm real! You'll find me making vacancies in
you only existed inside the pages of a novel
You kept for ages in a hovel
Contained within a cage behind a locked while I never got caught
So who's the superior killer, Dr Lecter?
I'm still wanted, forgotten, people these days are watching Dexter
So God protect ya from the hell I spit us
I'm terrorising London, the 7/7 bombers!

Lecter]
No, no, you were doing fine
Before your ham-fisted attempt at a line
How typical of Jack the Ripper to chase a
Ray Liotta's brain and ask him how I get mine
I'm the bon vivant of violence and a licenced
Who dines on society to the sound of violins
Don't get me wrong, I'd roast both your balls on my
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 mind that you're Jack, I hate that you're sloppy
Barney, take me back to solitary
Cause this dirty little lamb has just been

WHO
WHO'S
YOU DECIDE!
EEEEEEEEEEE- *Scream* RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!