Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

We travelin the missle, weavin' through your
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange
Navagatin this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
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 into one big bullet

[Brother
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my 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 just to fuck ya guard dog
Throw a brick through shit and cut the alarm off

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

[Brother
Take a map of this picture, throw a at it, thats where
We took a back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little 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, strapped ready for
Battle cracks headin, to seek 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 spin, let the road shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the girls
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, this, my style of graffiti is
Squeezin just, the mid west, out of my shirt
And leavin with my life lessons in ya dirt

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

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

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

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

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