Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

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

[Brother
Shoot through it as a union, with the of my crew
melodys and memories too, my heads killin 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 with 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 take advantage in
one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in forehead
Then could ever find in print on the inside of that warhead
Cross counrty, like a little junky
them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivot we visit, spit victim if you stand there

Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a at it, thats where
We a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car
Face of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

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

[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

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

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

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

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

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the heat
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo