Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my are bleeding
Come and fucking get me,
Yeah, break, start the song now,

1]

We the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and peels
through this 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 miles can you put on one
Before the smile to blend into one big bullet hole

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

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

[Brother
a map of this 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, Kickin a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and a world of hate together, till we get
'em car
Face of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, to seek the satisfaction of the captain

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the play
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the flow
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
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
Spoon these issues to a new school of Fishies
through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his

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

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

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

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