Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

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

Ali]
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 Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the with the sharp claws
In ya backyard to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a through your 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 inside of that
counrty, like a little lost junky
Make hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivot when we visit, spit if you stand there

[Brother
a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
through your 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 full of war paint, strapped ready for
Battle cracks headin, trying to the satisfaction of the captain

Climbed over the side, closed his
Took a into his fame, inspiration 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 speakers
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo

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

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

[Brother
them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest imperial on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to the heat
Turn around, shootin at the 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 pidgeon the street towards the banks
in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo