Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define 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, paint drips from his eyes
He puts a in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I in the last breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The good music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the smile you only see in a casino
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 what it
Rhyming's in my so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
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 you got in your basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'll the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God damn
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 you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)