Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your neck 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 in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

God cries, Acrylic paint 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 robotic plastic psychotic toys in the
Crafted by bad turned narcotic addicts slash 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 border to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is cold but
So with my on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I the kinda smile you only see in a casino
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
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still have the house on the prairie 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 the new blueprint you just 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 redefine the boundaries every I touch the mic and spit my lines

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 thick line and no at all (x2)