Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin 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 despise
I take in the last breath with the lips
And when its all over ill feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I 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' skin with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no to rob the soul of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read 'em, color 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 line and no line at all (x2)

I rock the kinda you only 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 ain't it is cause it's 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 therapists seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the to trace it
I'm pure bashin' in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and my lines

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