Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
I'm a poor white can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's only 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 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 to openly despise
I take in the last 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 to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic slash black magic addicts
maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they 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 thin line between a line and no line at all (x2)

I rock the 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 carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I still have the little house on the in my dreams
The cream of the 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 take the to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
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 lines you let you right
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no at all (x2)