Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

On a lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters cut twice
That's sixteen, uncut, direct the cold
on a soul, the result, death by the bulk in a vault

And spoke about the average lost
That was seen by a in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a blast
Special slot time wit Comcast

That the jury quiet and now the riots perform
While satanic man, now hangin' his
I swing on you fake radio
And boost your ratings with behind casualties

Fire a shot wit water gun play
Instantly slap your fire like Palm Sunday
I fashion the jewel from the elements, the earth fumes
And built it to a complex, network of
You're up against a hopeless

I screen every vehicle through enemy
Swarmin' unpredictably, we spread
Increase the fog significantly, the era
Check my wind pattern, headin' west
Success is freedom but can mean death

sweat aim shovels, dig up debris and rubble
Permanent caused by the W
Now who urge you to merge through
And think the serve you?

The sonic marvel who just dropped the next
rapidly, more to marble
It's accountless, amount of I save
Then them niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

Scratch the surface
But as purpose lie
Seems our is worthless
Like we're pawns the sky

a race by reason
And that is a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep myself givin' in

Love and hatred, home is sacred
species, they lay naked in the tombs of the oasis
Think back on I ate wit, spend a day wit
Guns we played wit, I relate wit

We broke
I through a vine, niggas worked for the fed
Sent out to take my head
I layed and meditate to the words they said

Skip for a month and grew some dreads
Had a friend my family I was dead
Return at the last of the autumn leaf
Operate the plan accordingly, in the feds are recording me

all documents using forgery
'Cuz just the thought of me
I'm like Solomon, bluntly
Told the I'm black [Incomprehensible]

And howls from the hunt me
The smell of death's me
I dwell in the hills Ghandi
in the presence of mad peasants

And old kings, who sold everything on a quest for God's
in caves to get a clear mind
Who three times
When the moon lit and when the sun

I met dwellers in the deserts, to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many
the death kiss of Satan's mistress
Walked through vacant
Before religions studied pagan

Two and physicians on a cure missions
Who harden they hearts, to warn the weak and sick and
Candles lit, gamble wit a
Who made me love her, when I her

Soft paws, high claws, bees wit sweet honey in mouth
Had stingers at they tail
through the chambers of death
Take a lawn to hell
Embracin' her was like embracin' the rail

Scratch underneath the
But as your lie
our will is worthless
Like we're pawns the sky

Face a race by
And is just a win
For soul I breathe in
Keep from givin' in

Scratch underneath the