Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
I'm a poor trash can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a 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 '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 line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)

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

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go the lines 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)

I rock the kinda you only 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 what it is cause it's barely what it
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I can't all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the house on the prairie in my dreams
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of your wastin'
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
I'm bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and spit my

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