Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let define you
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick 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 with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel I missed somethin'
The feel good music as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay border patrol to control the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite sip it and laugh

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let 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 only see in a
On my way to my
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's to hip hop than what 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 draw the new blueprint you just 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 time I the mic and spit my lines

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