Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, cause I'm
I got bad teeth and my gums are
and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the now, fucker

1]

We travelin the missle, weavin' through your
Leavin behind a trail of amature and orange peels
Navagatin this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, my acetate, masturbation
Watchin the expressions on the
Of the ones to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one
Before the smile starts to into 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 old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', I'll ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night 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 in bouts
one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of that
Cross counrty, a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get God money
Stearin the van the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivot when we visit, victim if you stand there

[Brother
a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through city limits tryin to find 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 headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

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

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

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

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

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