Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

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

Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, the best of my crew
melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is
Two year old son on Jay Birds Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp
In ya backyard to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through shit and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in
With one hand 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
counrty, like a little lost junky
Make hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the
Pivot we visit, spit victim if you stand there

Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats
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 mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, we get
'em car
Face of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to the satisfaction of the captain

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the heat
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

2]
[Brother
eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
They minds, believin this, my style of is
Squeezin just, the mid west, out of my shirt
And with my life lessons 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 hazy of passion
Here they come, the has-been, and his chaplain

[Brother
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the till his knees are weak

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

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

[Slug & Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the heat
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo