Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn a sidewalk that stretches 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 beyond the you let define 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 paint from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last breath with the lips
And when its all over ill probably feel like I somethin'
The feel music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to 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 on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the kinda smile you see in a casino
On my way to my
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
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 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 what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your
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 ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my

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