Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

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

Ali]
Shoot it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is
Two year old son on Jay phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', I'll ya arm off
Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya just to fuck with ya guard dog
a brick 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 to shout
Theres more said, then in the in your forehead
Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of 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 full the kids and a heart at it
like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to the raw shit
and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car
Face full of war paint, ready for action
Battle headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the heat
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

We work, move, and hustle with the of the Gypsies
Spoon feed issues to a new school of Fishies
Swimmin through a hazy of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his

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

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

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

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