Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you leave the scene messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock
Throwing thoughts at a rapid pace?
I'll make a mess, you dissect it and sense of it,
Then get back to me at your convenience.
Check my verbal sequence as I these tracks
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the whack a firm brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling
As I tweak your audio and
Keep my drips minimal, messages
me and rap go way back, we compliment
So together we enhance one another, that's sense.
High intensity catches the eye, your jaw
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 rock the spot Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my popular like Andy did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary when real art gets left
While they take and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Gray Squirrel continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art the real can truly feel it.
So your eyes and listen.
your ears with vision.
Or do it cause you it or for cash

That's your
your decision
That's your

It's like I'm torn 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 bring me
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes one eye closed
And I if you chose the path that I chose.
You the cycle asshole, don't 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 or a curse? I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the I've 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,
Until they lose they and they minds is free.
Tell teachers that you want your money back this time,
And Bob Ross for all the happy little trees.
And tell my momma her baby boy is doing just fine,
Although running out of patience, but his mind is free.
And tell my pops that I'll pay his back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he to be.