Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you leave the scene
Messier than by Jackson Pollock
multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a you dissect it and make sense of it
get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the
With a firm brush I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's sense
High intensity catches the eye jaw drops
Be a real critic not with false props
I keep my darks deep my bright I'm very thorough
my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art left behind
While they bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot
On his twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly it
So open eyes and listen
Combine your ears vision
Or do it cause you it
Or for cash that's your
That's decision
That's decision

Its like I'm between two worlds
A and a microphone
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything goes my ink pen flows
And God knows 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 path I chose
You know the ass ho don't front
It goes and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
back and forth and forth and back
Should I a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm undecided
But the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me way I thank her everyday
So them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they they limitations and they minds is free
Tell teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just
Although hes running out of but his mind is free
And tell my pops I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be