Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking off, your fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut fucking face off
I'm a white trash can sitting 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 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 line between a thick 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 both to openly
I take in the last breath with the lips
And its all over ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I live 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 addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
The face the angels wear is cold but
So with my on the gas the world's wishin' 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 you let define you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)

I rock the kinda smile you only see in a
On my way to my
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
but a fairly poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still the little house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's more to hip hop than what you got in basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I the boundaries 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 table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick and no line at all (x2)