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 white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind 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 lines you let 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 drips from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to despise
I take in the breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The feel music 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 narcotic addicts slash 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 face the angels is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back into an graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No better 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
the machines
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
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I still the little house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
of condemning yourself 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 bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every 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 we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a line and no line at all (x2)