Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid
I'll make a mess, you dissect it and sense of it,
Then get back to me at your convenience.
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the with a firm brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and
Keep my drips minimal, messages
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So together we enhance one another, 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 with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when art gets left behind
they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Gray Squirrel continues spinnin hot
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art only the real can truly it.
So open eyes and listen.
your ears with vision.
Or do it you love it or for cash

That's your
That's decision
your decision

It's like I'm between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you the path that I chose.
You know the cycle asshole, front.
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of and in steps depression
Like and forth and forth and back.
Should I paint a picture or record a
A gift or a curse? I don't know I'm still
But over the years found clever ways to hide it.
And those that lack the passion I may despise it,
But my made me this way. I thank her everyday.
So tell them kids to coloring outside the lines,
they lose they limitations and they minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you your money back this time,
And Bob Ross for all the happy little trees.
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine,
Although he's running out of patience, but his is free.
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money sometime
And his son is two steps away from where he needs to be.