Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your neck face
I'm a poor white can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk 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 between 'em, color of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a 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 breath with the lips
And when its all ill probably feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its nothin' to say I under 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 narcotic addicts black magic addicts
Practicin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go the lines you let define you right
No better we got lots to draw
it's a thin 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 it is cause it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's 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 of the crop rise to the occasion
more to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every time I the mic and spit my lines

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