Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

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

[Brother
through it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads me, ohh
Stomach empty, my is full
Two year old son on Jay phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp
In ya backyard just to fuck with ya dog
Throw a brick 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 find in fine print on the inside of that warhead
Cross counrty, like a little lost
Make them hot and jumpy, to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the
when we visit, spit victim if you stand there

[Brother
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, where
We took a room 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 your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, we get
'em car
Face full of war paint, strapped for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to the satisfaction of the captain

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

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

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

We work, move, and hustle 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 finest imperial on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', to flee the heat
around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak

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

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
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 world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo