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, weavin' your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of porn and orange peels
through this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
Watchin the 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 one big bullet hole

[Brother
Shoot it as a union, with the best of my crew
melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my 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 with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the off

Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in
With one hand over the mouth, managin' to shout
more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever find in fine print on the of that warhead
Cross counrty, a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, to get that God money
the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand

[Brother
Take a map of picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh
through 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 ready for
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the know
Let the burn, let the girls love
Let the heat
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

We work, move, and with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new of Fishies
Swimmin through a 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', to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the monster till his are weak

They me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my position
this pidgeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case, my recieves jeeps and tanks

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

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