Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking off, your 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 only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, Acrylic drips from his eyes
He puts a in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist 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 masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
The face the angels wear is but plastic
So with my on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
I turned 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 define you
No better table we got 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
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely it seems
Rhyming's in my so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't all the therapists 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 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 take the time 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 damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and 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 it's a thin between a thick line and no line at all (x2)