Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I believe in God, mailboxes, and
But that's cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips his eyes
He puts a in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the last breath the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel I missed somethin'
The feel music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, abstracted. corrected conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors narcotic addicts slash black magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the angels is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i
Cause I turned the they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the kinda smile you see in a casino
On my way to my
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of and tear on the regime
But it ain't it is cause it's barely what 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 prairie in my
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my

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