Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a white trash 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 believe in God, mailboxes, and
But that's only cause if I didn't...I be

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better table we got lots to
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 despise
I take in the last breath the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
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 the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line a thick line 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 wear and tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the house on the prairie in my dreams
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'll draw the new 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 every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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