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 white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's only if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

God cries, Acrylic paint drips from his eyes
He a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the last breath with the lips
And when its all over ill feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' 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 the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i
Cause I turned the lines built to hold 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 to draw
Cause a thin line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)

I rock the 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 ain't what it is cause it's barely it seems
Rhyming's in my so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than you got in your basement
Instead of yourself for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every time I the mic and spit my lines

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 line and no line at all (x2)