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

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

the Ripper]
I'm real! You'll find me making in brothels
While you only existed inside the pages of a
You were for ages in a hovel
Contained within a cage behind a door while I never got caught
So the superior serial killer, Dr Lecter?
I'm still wanted, you're forgotten, people these days are Dexter
So God protect ya from the I spit upon us
I'm terrorising London, 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
Ray Liotta's brain and ask him how I get mine
I'm the bon vivant of and a licenced psychatrist
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 prostitiute and play 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 been silenced

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