Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut fucking neck off, your fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But only 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 lots to
Cause it's a thin line between a thick and no line at all (x2)

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips from his
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last breath the lips touchin'
And its all over ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel music 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 but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the smile you only 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 it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the little house on the in my dreams
The cream of the crop to the occasion
more to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your
I'll the new blueprint 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' in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every I touch the mic and spit my lines

Read between 'em, 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)