Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut fucking neck off, your 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 cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let 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 drips from 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 over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
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 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 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 and tear on the regime
But it ain't what it is it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I name all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the little house on the in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than what you got in basement
of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the 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 thin line a thick line and no line at all (x2)