Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson
Throwing multicolored at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make of it
Then get back to me at earliest convenience
Check my sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we
So together we enhance one another that's common
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
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot
On his twin color wheels of steel
Fuck appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open eyes and listen
Combine your ears with
Or do it you love it
Or for cash that's decision
your decision
That's 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 where its gonna me next
So I'm to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't
It goes inspiration and then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and and back
I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't I'm still undecided
But the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I her everyday
So tell them to keep coloring outside the lines
they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell teachers that you want your money back this time
And Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his is free
And tell my pops I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away where he needs to be