Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, cause I'm
I got bad teeth and my are bleeding
Come and fucking get me,
Yeah, break, the song now, fucker

1]

We the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature and orange peels
Navagatin through basement, the mascarades
As our nation, my acetate, masturbation
Watchin the on the faces
Of the ones to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many can you put on one soul
Before the smile to blend into one big bullet hole

[Brother
Shoot it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
empty, my bladder is full
Two year old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the claws
In ya backyard just to fuck ya guard dog
Throw a brick your shit and cut the alarm off

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

Ali]
Take a map of picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back full the kids and threw a at it
Angry like a hostage, like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw
Thread and needle wit it, and a world of hate together, till we get
'em car
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the

Climbed over the side, his eyes
Took a dive his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped land
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the
And

[Slug & Ali]
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

We work, move, and hustle the rest of the Gypsies
feed these issues to a new school of Fishies
Swimmin through a shade of passion
Here they come, the has-been, and his chaplain

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

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

And we through the snow, so let it be known
Mama I know if I'ma ever be home
The wont have any distribution
I love my son and my so I gotta keep it movin'

[Slug & Brother
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo