Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Little Trees

Now who you know the scene
Messier than canvas's by Pollock
Throwing multicolored at a rapid pace
I make a 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 firm brush stroke I mc
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we
So together we one another that's common sense
High intensity the eye your jaw drops
Be a real not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to
Its kinda scary when real art left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot
On his twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and
Combine your with vision
Or do it cause you it
Or for cash your decision
That's decision
That's decision

Its like I'm torn between two
A and a microphone
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye
And I if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't
It inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
back and forth and forth and back
Should I a picture or record a track
A or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I may despise it
But my momma made me way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is
Tell them teachers that you want your back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy trees
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine
Although hes 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 steps away from where he to be