Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of ice
Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight
That's sixteen, uncut, from the cold
Head on a soul, the result, by the bulk in a vault

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

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

Fire a shot wit low-pressure water gun
slap your fire like it's Palm Sunday
I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the fumes
And built it to a complex, network of
up against a hopeless situation

I screen every vehicle enemy observation
unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the fog significantly, the era
Check my wind pattern, it's west
Success is freedom but failure can death

Humans sweat aim shovels, dig up debris and
Permanent damage by the W
Now who callously urge you to through
And think the serve you?

The marvel who just dropped the next novel
World-wide rapidly, more to
It's accountless, of MC's I save
Then them niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

underneath the surface
But as purpose lie
Seems our will is
Like we're pawns the sky

Face a race by
And that is a win
For empty I breathe in
myself from givin' in

Love and hatred, home is most
Both species, lay naked in the tombs of the oasis
Think back on niggas I ate wit, a day wit
Guns we wit, niggas I relate wit

We bread
I heard through a vine, worked for the fed
out secretly to take my head
I layed back and meditate to the words they

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

all documents using forgery
'Cuz just the mere of me
I'm like Solomon, bluntly
Told the world I'm black

And howls from the grave me
The smell of upon me
I in the hills like Ghandi
Been in the presence of mad

And old kings, who sold everything on a quest for divine
Slept in to get a clear mind
Who three times
When the lit and when the sun rise

I met dwellers in the deserts, talked to
Been in the mouth of leopards
the death kiss of Satan's mistress
Walked through districts
Before religions studied pagan

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

Soft paws, high claws, bees wit sweet in they mouth
Had bitter stingers at they
Walked through the of death
a whole lawn to hell
Embracin' her was like the third rail

underneath the surface
But as purpose lie
our will is worthless
Like pawns beneath the sky

Face a race by
And that is a win
For empty I breathe in
myself from givin' in

Scratch underneath the