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

[Brother
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my
melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is
Two year old son on Jay Birds 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 brick your shit and cut the alarm off

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

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

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the speakers
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 thousand people at the same
They minds, believin this, my style of is
just, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
And with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt

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 come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain

[Brother
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 are weak

They me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I you, then I make you, my favorite position
Chasin' pidgeon down the street towards the banks
in case, my traffic 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 have any
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the play
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo