Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your neck off, your fucking neck face
I'm a poor white trash can, Shut your fucking off
I'm a poor white can sitting on a suburban lawn behind a sidewalk that stretches as far as I can see
I in God, mailboxes, and capitalism
But only cause if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

God cries, Acrylic paint drips from his eyes
He a rainbow in the sky for you and I both to openly despise
I take in the breath with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably feel like I missed
The feel good music ain't as bad as the was
And its nothin' to say I live construction, obstructed, distracted,
Corrupted, directed abstracted. conducted
And laughed at by nothin' but fascist plastic psychotic toys in the attic
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 heavens border patrol to control the
The face the wear is cold but plastic
So with my foot on the gas the world's i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read between 'em, outside of 'em
I go beyond the you let define you right
No better table we got lots to
Cause it's a thin line between a thick 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 and tear on the regime
But it ain't what it is it's barely what it seems
in my blood so it's carried in the stream
Nothing but a fairly narrated scene
I can't name all the therapists I've
But I have the little house on the prairie in my dreams
The cream of the rise to the occasion
There's more to hip hop than what you got in your
Instead of condemning yourself for all the of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'll the new blueprint you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure bashin' in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I redefine the boundaries time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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