Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

And spoke the average lost permission
was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a blast
Special broadcast slot time wit

That kept the jury and now the riots perform
satanic man, now hangin' his dawn
I on you fake radio personalities
And boost your ratings with hypes behind

Fire a shot wit low-pressure gun play
Instantly slap your fire like Palm Sunday
I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the earth
And built it to a complex, of communications
You're up a hopeless situation

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

Humans aim shovels, dig up debris and rubble
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
rapidly, more to marble
It's accountless, amount of MC's I
them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

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

Face a race by
And is just a win
For empty soul I in
myself from givin' in

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

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

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

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

And howls the grave hunt me
The of death's upon me
I dwell in the like Ghandi
Been in the of mad peasants

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

I met dwellers in the deserts, to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many
Felt the death of Satan's mistress
Walked through districts
religions studied pagan scriptures

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

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

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

Face a by reason
And that is a win
For empty soul I in
myself from givin' in

Scratch the surface