Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid
I make a mess you dissect it and sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages
Cause me and rap go way back we
So together we enhance one another that's sense
High catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with props
I keep my deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to
Its scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain humble as long as ? spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the can truly feel it
So open eyes and listen
Combine ears with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for cash your decision
That's your
That's your

Its I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
goes when my ink pen flows
And God only where its gonna bring me next
So I'm to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose
You the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and and forth and back
Should I paint a or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still
But over the 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 coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is
Tell them teachers that you want your money back time
And tell Bob Ross for all the little trees
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine
hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be