Luyện nghe bài hát Mr T vs Mr Rogers

[Mr. T]
I pity the fool who tries to step to Lang
me BA biceps cause I'll crush your whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and Trolly the train
And watch me dip ass in gold
And wear 'em my neck chain — SUCKA!
I'll choke you with your own sweater
You couldn't even beat me in the land of believe. PUNK!
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest
Nobody's gonna miss you cause all your friends

Rogers]
Hi there
I hope you don't if I change my shoes
I'll be rocking sneakers 'till this over
So I don't get blood from your ugly face on my loafers
I like you just the way you are, one in a million, but it looks like the barber gave head a brazilian
I pity your neck, Mr. chains, you've got too many
The only gold I keep is on the in my Emmys
I the whole world full of children I can tell
You call yourself 'T' cause you're too to spell

[Mr. T]
Who you dumb fool?
Mr T. needs one letter
Hello? for you
Bill Cosby wants his
You're a 40 year old in a dumpy ass house
I'll get Hannibal, and Face to stomp you out
The pussy cat you ever seen is on Henrietta, SUCKA!
And your Mr. McFeely a lot more than letters
So before you come to battle with your PBS
How bout I up CPS about them kids on your lap, FOOL!

Rogers]
Watch what you say. Kids love me more lunch
I'm not the one with my on some whack ass Captain Crunch
When my plan comes together you even see it coming
I'll chop you into four dudes and I'll remake Cool Runnings
I'll say this once, Laurence. I hope it's
Get right back in van and get the fuck outta my neighborhood