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

Lecter]
Jack, you're a classic
You haven't mentioned me once in your battle rap
Pity verse wasn't worth a trip in the jacket
jacking off on the track and put the lotion in the basket
You can't catch what the iller serial can deliver
Rhymes finer than the chianti I would pair with liver
Cause the thought of your putrid flesh makes me want to
Your body's covered in more piss than kitty litter
You stabbed women they wouldn't give you attention
Like a Penny Dreadful version of OJ
These days your is all that's even known
And you didn't even come up that shit on your own

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

Lecter]
No, no, Jack you were doing
your ham-fisted attempt at a terrorist line
How typical of Jack the Ripper to chase a
Pick Ray Liotta's brain and ask him how I get
I'm the bon vivant of violence and a licenced
Who on highest 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 as a bowl of Kashi
You prey on a and play with her body
I don't mind that you're naughty Jack, I hate that you're
Barney, take me back to solitary
Cause this dirty little lamb has just been

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