Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your face off
I'm a poor white 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 if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, paint 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 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 under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic in the attic
by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with 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 wear is but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better table we got lots to
Cause it's a thin line 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 and tear on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely what it
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I name all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the little on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of your wastin'
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the 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, outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better table we got to draw
it's a thin line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)