Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multi-colored at a rapid pace?
I'll a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
Then get to me at your earliest convenience.
Check my verbal sequence as I 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 and visual
Keep my drips minimal, subliminal
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So together we one another, that's common sense.
High intensity the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not with false props.
I keep my darks deep, my bright.
I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration and a knife
Now me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Gray Squirrel continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art only the can truly feel it.
So open your and listen.
your ears with vision.
Or do it cause you love it or for

That's decision
your decision
That's your

It's I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me
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 the cycle asshole, don't front.
It goes and productivity then a sense of self-worth and in steps depression
Like back and and forth and back.
Should I paint a picture or a track?
A gift or a curse? I don't know I'm undecided
But the years I've found clever ways to hide it.
And those that lack the I have may despise it,
But my momma made me this way. I her everyday.
So tell them to keep coloring outside the lines,
Until lose they limitations and they minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you want money back this time,
And Bob Ross for all the happy little trees.
And my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine,
Although he's running out of patience, but his is free.
And tell my pops that pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be.