Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor trash can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can 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 between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a 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 to openly despise
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The good music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
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 with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the of its only assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the angels is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines built 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
it's a thin line 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
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of and tear on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the I've 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 than you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I redefine the boundaries time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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