Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are
and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, the song now, fucker

1]

We travelin the missle, weavin' through your
Leavin a trail of amature porn and orange peels
Navagatin through basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
the expressions on the faces
Of the ones to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one
Before the smile starts to into one big bullet hole

Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my
Bumpin melodys and too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my is full
Two year old son on Jay phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', I'll ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the claws
In ya just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the off

Fuck yes, I do my to take advantage in bouts
With one over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in forehead
Then could ever find in fine print on the of that warhead
Cross counrty, a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God
Stearin the van the blizzards, the fanfare
when we visit, spit victim if you stand there

[Brother
Take a map of this picture, a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh
Shifitin your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of together, till we get
'em car
Face full of war paint, strapped for action
cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

Climbed over the side, closed his
Took a dive into his fame, for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, upon land
up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And

[Slug & Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the heat
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo

2]
[Brother
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same
minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is
Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my
And leavin my life lessons embedded in ya dirt

We work, move, and with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of
through a hazy shade of passion
Here come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain

Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal
The finest imperial on the circuit
Two Million and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak

They call me Jesus Freak, I to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my position
Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the
Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and

And we wonder through the snow, so let it be
Mama I dont know if I'ma ever be
The revolution have any distribution
I my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'

[Slug & Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the burn, let the girls love
Let the heat
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo