Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases by Pollock
multi-colored thoughts at a rapid pace?
I'll make a mess, you dissect it and make of it,
Then get back to me at earliest convenience.
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the whack a firm brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I your audio and visual
Keep my drips minimal, subliminal
me and rap go way back, we compliment
So together we enhance one another, common sense.
intensity catches 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 watch me the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when real art left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain humble as long as Gray Squirrel continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel.
Fuck appeal.
Art is art only the real can truly it.
So open your and listen.
Combine ears with vision.
Or do it you love it or for cash

That's your
That's decision
That's decision

It's like I'm between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint 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 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 I don't know I'm still undecided
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 kids to keep coloring outside the lines,
they lose they limitations and they minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you want your money 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 that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be.