Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

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

1]

We travelin the missle, weavin' through your
Leavin a trail of amature porn and orange peels
through this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acetate,
the expressions on the faces
Of the ones 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 through it as a union, with the best of my
melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my 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 the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to fuck with ya dog
Throw a brick through your and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes, I do my best to advantage in bouts
one hand 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 inside of that
Cross counrty, like a little junky
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 picture, throw a dart 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 limits tryin to find the raw
and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car
Face of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the

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

[Slug & Brother
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 girls
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

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

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

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

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

And we wonder through the snow, so let it be
I dont know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution wont any distribution
I love my son and my so I gotta keep it movin'

[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 world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo