Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know leave the
Messier than canvas's by Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a 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 the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages
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 critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a
Now watch me rock the spot ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to
Its kinda scary when real art gets left
While take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly it
So open your eyes and
Combine your with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for that's your decision
your decision
That's decision

Its like I'm torn between two
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I
You know the cycle ass ho front
It inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and
Should I a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm undecided
But over the years I've clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I may despise it
But my momma made me this way I her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the
Until they lose they limitations and they is free
Tell them teachers that you want your back this time
And tell Bob 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 mind is
And tell my pops that I'll pay his back sometime
And that his son is two steps from where he needs to be