Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
I'm a white trash can, Shut your fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that 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 between 'em, color of 'em
I go the lines you let define you right
No better table we got lots to
Cause it's a thin line between a 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 to openly despise
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel I missed somethin'
The feel good ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. corrected
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 with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay border patrol to control the traffic
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

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

I rock the kinda smile you only see in a
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 it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my 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 little house on the prairie in my
The of the crop rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of mind your
draw the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the time to it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear fashion
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I redefine the boundaries every time I touch the mic and my lines

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