Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking face
I'm a poor trash can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a that stretches as far as I can see
I believe in God, mailboxes, and
But only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
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 at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to control the
The the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go the lines you let define you right
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line a thick line 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 and tear on the regime
But it ain't it is cause it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
I name all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The cream of the crop to the occasion
more to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of 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 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 the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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