Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut fucking 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 that's only if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, paint drips from 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 when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel music ain't as bad as the kiss 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
Practicin' maskin' skin with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the 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 you let define you right
No table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no at all (x2)

I rock the kinda smile you see in a casino
On my way to my
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of and tear on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause it's barely what it
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I have the little house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop to the occasion
There's to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'm bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if out of line?
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 you let define you right
No table we got lots to draw
Cause it's a line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)