Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know leave the
than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid
I make a mess you dissect it and 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 begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way we compliment
So together we enhance one that's common sense
High catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with props
I my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel
mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your and listen
your ears with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for that's your decision
That's decision
your decision

Its like I'm between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho front
It goes inspiration and then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and and back
Should I paint a picture or a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm undecided
But over the years I've found clever to hide it
And those that the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her
So tell them kids to coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they and they minds 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 her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his is free
And my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away where he needs to be