Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know the scene
Messier than canvas's by Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a pace
I make a mess you it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact the whack
With a brush stroke I mc paintily
begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another common sense
High intensity the eye your jaw drops
Be a real not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? the heroin
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn
Its scary when real art gets left behind
While take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the can truly feel it
So open your eyes and
your ears with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for that's your decision
That's your
your decision

Its I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho front
It goes and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a
A gift or a curse I know I'm still undecided
But the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may it
But my momma made me way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy trees
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money sometime
And that his son is two steps away where he needs to be