Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson
Throwing thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you it and make sense of it
get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact the whack
With a firm brush I mc paintily
Lyricists begin 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 one another that's common sense
High catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a
Now me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and sellin it to blind folks
But I remain 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 feel it
So your eyes and listen
Combine your ears vision
Or do it you love it
Or for cash that's your
That's decision
That's decision

Its like I'm torn two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows where its gonna 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 productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps
Like back and forth and and back
Should I paint a or record a track
A gift or a curse I know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to it
And those lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me way I thank her everyday
So them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is just fine
hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be