Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking off, your fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I believe in God, mailboxes, and
But that's cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a 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 openly
I in the last breath with the lips touchin'
And its all over ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic 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 masses
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to control the
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 into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I the kinda smile you only see in a casino
On my way to my
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
but a fairly poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the little house on the in my dreams
The cream of the rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind wastin'
I'll the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'm bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
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 define you
No better table we got lots to
Cause it's a thin line a thick line and no line at all (x2)