Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, your fucking neck
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut fucking face off
I'm a poor white trash can on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But that's only 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 we got lots to draw
it's a thin line 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 despise
I take in the breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like 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. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist robotic plastic psychotic in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash black magic
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its only
Pay heavens border patrol to control the
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 they built to hold me 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 lots to
Cause it's a line 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 it is cause it's barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so it's carried in the
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't all the therapists I've seen
But I still have the little on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
more to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'll draw the new blueprint you just the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' ears in a non-linear here
Ask if out of line?
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 lines you let you right
No better we got lots to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick and no line at all (x2)