Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier than by Jackson Pollock
multi-colored thoughts at a rapid pace?
I'll a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
get back to me at your earliest convenience.
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
layers to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a firm stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling my scumbling technique
As I tweak audio and visual
Keep my minimal, messages subliminal
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So we enhance one another, that's common sense.
High catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not explicit false props.
I keep my darks deep, my bright.
I'm very thorough my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when real art gets behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain humble as as Gray Squirrel continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin color wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art the real can truly feel it.
So open your and listen.
Combine ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

That's your
That's your
your decision

It's like I'm between 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 gonna me next
So I'm inclined to like rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I if you chose the path that I chose.
You know the cycle asshole, front.
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self-worth and in steps
Like and forth and forth and back.
Should I paint a or record a track?
A gift or a I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've clever ways to hide it.
And those that lack the I have may despise it,
But my momma made me way. I thank her everyday.
So tell kids to keep coloring outside the lines,
they lose they limitations and they minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you your money back this time,
And tell Bob for all the happy little trees.
And my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine,
Although he's out of patience, but his mind is free.
And tell my pops I'll pay his money back sometime
And his son is two steps away from where he needs to be.