Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier 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 tracks
layers to be exact.
Eliminate the whack with a brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I tweak your and visual
my drips minimal, messages subliminal
'Cos me and rap go way back, we
So we enhance one another, that's common sense.
High intensity catches the eye, jaw drops
Be a real critic, not with false props.
I keep my deep, my lights bright.
I'm very thorough my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my face popular Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary real art gets 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 twin color wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art the real can truly feel it.
So your eyes and listen.
Combine ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

That's your
your decision
That's decision

like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows where its gonna me next
So I'm inclined to paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose.
You know the cycle asshole, front.
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self-worth and in steps
Like back and and forth and back.
Should I a picture or record a track?
A gift or a curse? I don't I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found ways to hide it.
And those lack the passion 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 they limitations and minds is free.
Tell them teachers that you want your money this time,
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy trees.
And my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine,
Although he's running out of patience, but his is free.
And my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be.