Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my are bleeding
Come and get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the song now,

1]

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

[Brother
Shoot through it as a union, with the of my crew
Bumpin melodys and 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 just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your 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 in your forehead
Then could ever find in print on the inside of that warhead
counrty, like a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, to get that God money
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 at it, thats where
We took a room back full the kids and threw a at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your limits tryin 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 ready for
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the of the captain

Climbed over the side, his eyes
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin
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 line in, let the kids
Let the people
Let the roof burn, let the love
Let the flow
Let the world turn, let the up
Van Bags, Yo

2]
[Brother
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the time
minds, believin 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 the rest of the Gypsies
feed these issues to a new school of Fishies
Swimmin through a shade of passion
Here they come, the has-been, and his chaplain

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

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

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

[Slug & Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the shake
Let the blow
Let the in, let the kids play
Let the know
Let the roof burn, let the girls
Let the heat
Let the turn, let the curtains up
Van Bags, Yo