Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

Read between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let define you
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 from his
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to despise
I take in the breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic in the attic
by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to control the
The face the angels wear is cold but
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the kinda smile you only see in a
On my way to my
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
But it ain't what it is it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
but a fairly poorly narrated scene
I name all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the house on the prairie in my dreams
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'm bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every I touch the mic and spit my lines

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