Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you leave the scene messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing thoughts at a rapid pace?
make a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
Then get back to me at earliest convenience.
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
layers to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a firm stroke.
I paintily.
begin 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 we enhance one another, that's common sense.
intensity catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a critic, not explicit with false props.
I keep my deep, my lights bright.
I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a
Now watch me rock the spot Basquiat, minus the heroin
And my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when real art left behind
While take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain as long as Gray Squirrel continues spinnin hot shit
On his twelve-hundred color wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art only the can truly feel it.
So your eyes and listen.
Combine your ears vision.
Or do it you love it or for cash

your decision
That's decision
That's your

It's I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything goes my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose.
You the cycle asshole, don't front.
It goes inspiration and then a sense of self-worth and in steps depression
back and forth and forth 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 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,
Until lose they limitations and they minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you want your back this time,
And tell Bob Ross for all the little trees.
And tell my momma her baby 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 back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from he needs to be.