Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, 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 '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 line between a thick line and no 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 with the lips touchin'
And when its all ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good ain't 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 addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
I turned the lines 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 you right
No better table we got lots to
Cause it's a thin 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 tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly narrated 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 what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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