Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier than by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid
I'll a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
Then get back to me at your convenience.
Check my verbal sequence as I these tracks
layers to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a firm stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling my scumbling technique
As I your audio and visual
Keep my drips minimal, subliminal
me and rap go way back, we compliment
So together we one another, that's common sense.
High catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not explicit with props.
I keep my deep, my lights 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.
kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain as long as Gray Squirrel continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art the real can truly feel it.
So open eyes and listen.
your ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

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

It's I'm torn between two worlds
A and a microphone
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes 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 asshole, don't front.
It goes inspiration and productivity a sense of self-worth and in steps depression
Like and forth and forth and back.
Should I a picture or record a track?
A gift or a curse? I know I'm still undecided
But over the I've found clever ways to hide it.
And that lack the passion I have 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 tell Bob for all the happy little trees.
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing fine,
he's running out of patience, but his mind is free.
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back
And that his son is two steps away from he needs to be.