Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know leave the
Messier than canvas's by Jackson
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid
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 to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling 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 common sense
High intensity catches the eye jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false
I keep my darks my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration and a knife
Now watch me rock the like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like did to Marilyn
Its scary when real art gets left behind
While take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin color wheels of steel
Fuck mass art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and
Combine ears with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for that's your decision
That's your
That's decision

Its like I'm torn two worlds
A and a microphone
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows where its bring me next
So I'm inclined to paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose
You know the ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a
A or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that the passion I have may despise it
But my momma me this way I thank her everyday
So them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
they lose 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 little
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 back sometime
And that his son is two steps away where he needs to be