Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, cause I'm
I got bad and my gums are bleeding
and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the song now,

1]

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

Ali]
Shoot it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is
Two year old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp
In ya just to fuck with ya guard dog
a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes, I do my best to take in bouts
With one hand the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in forehead
Then could ever 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
Stearin the van the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand

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

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

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

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

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

[Brother
them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest 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' this pidgeon down the street the banks
Just in case, my recieves jeeps and tanks

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

[Slug & Brother
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the blow
Let the line in, let the play
Let the know
Let the burn, let the girls love
Let the flow
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo