Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut fucking neck 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 believe in God, mailboxes, and
But only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No table we got lots to draw
it's a thin line between a thick 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 breath the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I somethin'
The feel good music 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 robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic slash black magic addicts
maskin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the of its only assets
Pay heavens border patrol to the traffic
The face the angels is cold but plastic
So my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me into an infinite graph 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
the machines
I'd die to put a lot of wear and on the regime
But it ain't what it is cause it's what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists seen
But I still have the little house on the prairie in my
The cream of the rise to the occasion
There's to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you take the time to trace it
I'm pure ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if we're out of
You God damn
I redefine the every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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