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 stretches as far as I can see
I believe in God, mailboxes, and
But that's cause 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 table we got lots to
it's a thin line 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 both to despise
I take in the last breath with the lips
And when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel good ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic
Practicin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its 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 they 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 define you
No table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick and no line at all (x2)

I rock the kinda smile you only see in a
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 it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the little on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
Instead of condemning 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 you just take the time to trace it
I'm bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my

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