Luyện nghe bài hát Lines

Shut your 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 that's only if I didn't...I couldn't be

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

When God cries, Acrylic paint from his eyes
He puts a rainbow in the sky for you and I to openly despise
I take in the last with the lips touchin'
And when its all over ill probably like I missed somethin'
The feel 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 black magic
Practicin' skin graphs with pins and needles to fool the feeble masses
So its no obstacle to rob the soul of its assets
Pay heavens border to control the traffic
The face the angels wear is cold but
So my foot on the gas the world's wishin' i crash
Cause I turned the lines they built to me back into an infinite graph sip it and laugh

Read 'em, color outside of 'em
I go the lines you let define you right
No better table we got to draw
Cause it's a thin line between a thick line and no 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
Rhyming's in my so it's carried in the stream
but a fairly poorly narrated scene
I can't name all the I've seen
But I still have the little house on the in my dreams
The cream of the crop rise to the
There's to hip hop than what you got in your basement
Instead of yourself for all the peace of mind your wastin'
I'll draw the new blueprint you just take the to trace it
I'll draw the new you just take the time to trace it
I'm pure ears in a non-linear fashion here
Ask if out of line?
You God right
I redefine the every time I touch the mic and spit my lines

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