Luyện nghe bài hát Mr T vs Mr Rogers

[Mr. T]
I pity the fool who tries to step to Clubber
me BA biceps cause I'll crush your whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and Trolly the train
And me dip their ass in gold
And 'em like my neck chain — SUCKA!
I'll choke you with own sweater sleeves
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 all your friends imaginary

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

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

[Mister
Watch you say. Kids love me more than 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 black dudes and I'll remake Cool
I'll say this once, Laurence. I hope understood
Get right in your van and get the fuck outta my neighborhood