Luyện nghe bài hát Mr T vs Mr Rogers

[Mr. T]
I the fool who tries to step to Clubber Lang
Call me BA biceps cause I'll crush whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and Trolly the train
And watch me dip their ass in
And wear 'em like my neck — SUCKA!
I'll choke you your own sweater sleeves
You couldn't even beat me in the of make believe. PUNK!
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest
gonna miss you cause all your friends imaginary

[Mister
Hi neighbor
I hope you don't mind if I my shoes
I'll be rocking sneakers 'till battle's over
So I don't get blood from ugly face on my penny loafers
I like you just the way you are, one in a million, but it looks like the gave your head a brazilian
I pity your neck, Mr. Gold chains, got too many
The gold I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys
I teach the whole full of children I can tell
You call 'T' cause you're too dumb to spell

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

[Mister
Watch what you say. Kids love me more than
I'm not the one with my face on some ass Captain Crunch
When my plan comes you won't even see it coming
chop you into four black dudes and I'll remake Cool Runnings
I'll say this once, Laurence. I it's understood
Get right in your van and get the fuck outta my neighborhood