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 trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that 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 lines you let define you
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a line and no line at all (x2)

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I to openly despise
I take in the breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its nothin' to say I under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors narcotic addicts slash black magic 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 border patrol to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is but plastic
So my foot on the gas the world's 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 the lines 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)

I rock the kinda smile you see in a casino
On my way to my
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it what it is cause it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I still have the house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
more to hip hop than what 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
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and my lines

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