Luyện nghe bài hát Cats Van Bags

I can't scratch, 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, weavin' through cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and peels
through this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, my acetate, masturbation
Watchin the on the faces
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

[Brother
through 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 sharp
In ya just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through shit and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes, I do my to take advantage in bouts
one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in your
Then could ever find in fine print on the inside of warhead
Cross counrty, like a lost 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 there

Ali]
Take a map of picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of together, till 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 into his fame, inspiration for alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the
And

[Slug & Brother
Let the spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers
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

2]
[Brother
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same
They minds, believin this, my 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 the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon these issues to a new school of Fishies
through a hazy shade of passion
Here come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplain

Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, workers
The finest wordsmiths on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the till his knees are weak

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

And we through 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 music so I gotta keep it

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