Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
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 table we got lots to draw
it's a thin line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)

When God cries, Acrylic drips from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last breath the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill feel like I missed somethin'
The good music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash magic addicts
Practicin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i
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 you right
No better table we got lots to
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
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause it's what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't all the therapists I've seen
But I still the little 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 basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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