Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 empty I breathe in
myself from givin' in

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

We bread
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 tell my family I was
Return at the last fall of the leaf
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the are recording me

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

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

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

I met in the deserts, talked to shepherds
Been in the of many leopards
Felt the death of Satan's mistress
Walked vacant districts
Before religions pagan scriptures

Two philosophers and physicians on a missions
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, wit sweet honey in they mouth
Had bitter stingers at they
Walked through the of death
Take a whole to hell
Embracin' her was like embracin' the third

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

Face a race by
And that is a win
For soul I breathe in
Keep myself from in

Scratch underneath the