Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are
Come and get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the song now,

1]

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

[Brother
through it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my is full
Two year old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya 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 brick through your and cut the alarm off

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

Ali]
Take a map of picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a of hate together, till we get
'em car
full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, 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, upon land
up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And

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

2]
[Brother
Lock eyes, with a 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 embedded in ya dirt

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

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

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

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

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