Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

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

When God cries, Acrylic paint drips from his
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last breath with the touchin'
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 live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts 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 assets
Pay heavens border patrol to control the
The face the angels is cold 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 an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I the kinda smile you only see in a casino
On my way to my
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause it's what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
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 what 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
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I redefine the boundaries time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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 thin line a thick line and no line at all (x2)