Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are
Come and fucking get me,
Yeah, break, start the now, fucker

1]

We travelin the missle, through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange
through this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
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 to blend into one big bullet hole

Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my
Bumpin 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', I'll ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to with ya guard dog
a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off

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

[Brother
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats
We took a room back full the kids and threw a at it
Angry like a hostage, 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 weave a of hate together, till we get
'em car
full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the

Climbed over the side, closed his
a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, upon land
Walked up to a whore, 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 burn, let the girls love
Let the heat
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

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

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

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

And we through 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 keep it movin'

[Slug & Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road
Let the blow
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