Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
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 in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

God cries, Acrylic paint drips from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last breath with the touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I somethin'
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad turned narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and to fool the feeble masses
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The face the angels is cold but plastic
So my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I the kinda smile you only 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 it is cause it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly narrated 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 rise to the occasion
more to hip hop than what 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 ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every I touch the mic and spit my lines

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