Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

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

When God cries, Acrylic drips from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The good music ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its nothin' to say I 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 turned narcotic addicts slash 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 the traffic
The face the angels wear is cold but
So with my foot on the gas the wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No table 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 tear on the
But it ain't what it is it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I still have the little on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than you got in your basement
Instead of condemning for all the peace of mind your wastin'
draw the new blueprint 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 every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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