Luyện nghe bài hát To Bob Ross With Love

Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases by Pollock
Throwing multi-colored at a rapid pace?
I'll a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it,
Then get to me at your earliest convenience.
my verbal sequence as I texturize 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 drips minimal, subliminal
me and rap go way back, we compliment
So we enhance one another, that's common sense.
intensity catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not explicit false props.
I keep my darks deep, my bright.
I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a
Now watch me rock the spot Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my face popular like did to Marilyn.
It's kinda scary real art gets left behind
While they take and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Squirrel continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel.
mass appeal.
Art is art only the real can truly it.
So open your and listen.
your ears with vision.
Or do it you love it or for cash

That's decision
your decision
That's your

It's like I'm torn between two
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 paint rhymes and kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you 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
back and forth 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 I've found clever ways to hide it.
And those that the passion I have may despise it,
But my momma made me way. I thank her everyday.
So tell them to keep coloring 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 little trees.
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing fine,
Although he's out of patience, but his mind is free.
And my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And his son is two steps away from where he needs to be.