Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a pace?
I'll make a mess, you dissect it and sense of it,
Then get back to me at your convenience.
Check my verbal as I texturize these tracks
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and
my drips minimal, messages subliminal
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So together we enhance one another, common sense.
High intensity catches the eye, your jaw
Be a real critic, not explicit false props.
I my darks deep, my lights bright.
I'm thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, the heroin
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when real art left behind
While they 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 real can truly it.
So your eyes and listen.
Combine ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

your decision
That's decision
That's decision

It's like I'm torn two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye
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 back and forth and and back.
Should I paint a picture or record a
A gift or a I don't know I'm still undecided
But the years I've found clever ways to hide it.
And those that lack the passion I have may it,
But my momma made me way. I thank her everyday.
So tell them kids to keep outside the lines,
Until they lose they limitations and they is free.
Tell them teachers that you want your money back time,
And Bob Ross for all the happy little trees.
And tell my that her baby boy is doing just fine,
Although he's running out of patience, but his is free.
And tell my pops I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away where he needs to be.