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 make a mess, you dissect it and sense of it,
Then get back to me at earliest convenience.
Check my verbal sequence as I these tracks
Seven to be exact.
Eliminate the with a firm brush stroke.
I paintily.
Lyricists begin from my scumbling technique
As I your audio and visual
Keep my 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, your jaw
Be a real critic, not explicit false props.
I keep my darks deep, my bright.
I'm very thorough my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my face popular like 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 only the real can feel it.
So open your and listen.
Combine your with vision.
Or do it you love it or for cash

your decision
That's your
That's your

It's like I'm between two worlds
A and a microphone
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path I chose.
You the cycle asshole, don't front.
It goes inspiration and then a sense of self-worth and in steps depression
Like back and and forth and back.
Should I paint a or record a track?
A or a curse? I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to 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 keep 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 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 tell my pops that I'll pay his back sometime
And that his son is two away from where he needs to be.