Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, cause I'm
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 porn and orange peels
Navagatin through basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
Watchin the on the faces
Of the designated to be the queens, kings, and aces
How miles can you put on one soul
Before the starts to blend 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
empty, my bladder is full
Two old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm starvin', bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the claws
In ya backyard just to fuck ya guard dog
Throw a through your shit and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes, I do my best to advantage in bouts
With one over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in forehead
could ever find in fine print on the inside of that warhead
Cross counrty, like a little lost
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God
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 dart at it, thats
We a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, we get
'em car
Face full of war paint, strapped for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the

Climbed the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon
up to a whore, grabbed 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 know
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

2]
[Brother
Lock eyes, with a people at the same time
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 of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these to a new school of Fishies
Swimmin a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his

[Brother
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal
The finest wordsmiths on the circuit
Two smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the monster his knees are weak

They me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
I save 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 dont if I'ma ever be home
The revolution have any distribution
I love my son and my so I gotta keep it movin'

[Slug & Ali]
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers
Let the line in, let the kids
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the flow
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo