Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your neck face
I'm a poor white can, Shut your 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 in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's only if I didn't...I couldn't be

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go the lines 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 from his eyes
He a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the last breath with the touchin'
And its all over ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist 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 assets
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The the angels 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 between 'em, outside of 'em
I go the lines you let define 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 what it is cause it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still the little house on the prairie in my dreams
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind wastin'
draw 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' ears in a non-linear fashion
Ask if out of line?
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I the mic and spit my lines

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