Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your fucking neck off, fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white trash can sitting on a suburban 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, color of 'em
I go beyond the 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)

When God cries, Acrylic paint from his eyes
He a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I in the last breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill feel like I missed somethin'
The feel good ain't as bad as the kiss was
And its to say I live under construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by but fascist robotic plastic psychotic toys in the attic
Crafted by bad actors turned narcotic addicts slash magic addicts
Practicin' maskin' skin graphs pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay heavens patrol to control the traffic
The the angels wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines built to hold me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the lines you let you right
No better table we got lots to
Cause a thin 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
Killing the
I'd die to put a lot of wear and tear on the
But it ain't what it is cause barely what it seems
Rhyming's in my blood so carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly poorly narrated
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still have the little on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the crop to the occasion
more to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of condemning yourself for all the peace of 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' ears in a fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I the boundaries 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 table we got lots to draw
Cause a thin line between a thick line and no line at all (x2)