Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut fucking neck off, your fucking neck face
I'm a poor trash can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

Read between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick and no line at all (x2)

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips his eyes
He a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the last breath the lips touchin'
And when its all ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
I turned the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no at all (x2)

I the kinda smile you only see in a casino
On my way to my
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it what it is cause it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The cream of the crop to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries time I touch the mic and spit my lines

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)