Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know the scene
Messier canvas's by Jackson 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 texturize these
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the
With a firm stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we
So together we enhance one that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm thorough
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art left behind
they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color 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 cause you it
Or for that's your decision
That's decision
your decision

Its like I'm torn two worlds
A and a microphone
A canvas or a
CD or LP
goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its bring me next
So I'm inclined to like rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I
You the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and
I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to it
And that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them to keep coloring outside the lines
they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money this time
And tell Bob for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just
hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he to be