Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut 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 believe in God, mailboxes, and
But that's only cause if I didn't...I be

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

When God cries, paint drips from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I to openly despise
I take in the last breath with the touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The good music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black 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 border patrol to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No table we got lots to draw
Cause a thin line 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 cause barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my so it's carried in the stream
but a fairly poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every I touch the mic and spit my lines

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