Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you leave the scene messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid
make a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
Then get back to me at earliest convenience.
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a firm stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I tweak audio and visual
Keep my drips minimal, messages
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So we enhance one another, that's common sense.
High intensity the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not with false props.
I keep my deep, my lights bright.
I'm very with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the
And my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Gray continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art only the can truly feel it.
So your eyes and listen.
Combine ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

your decision
That's your
That's your

It's like I'm torn between two
A paintbrush and a
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and 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 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 I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've 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 kids to keep coloring the lines,
Until they lose limitations and they minds is free.
them teachers that you want your money back this time,
And tell Bob Ross for all the 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 that I'll pay his money back sometime
And his son is two steps away from where he needs to be.