Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

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

Its I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I
You know the cycle ass ho front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self 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 don't I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever to hide it
And those lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I her everyday
So tell them kids to keep outside the lines
Until they they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is
And tell my that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he to be