Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

And spoke the average lost permission
That was by a king in a prophetic vision
a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast time wit Comcast

That the jury quiet and now the riots perform
While satanic man, now his dawn
I swing on you fake personalities
And your ratings with hypes behind casualties

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

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

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

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

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

a race by reason
And that is a win
For soul I breathe in
Keep from givin' in

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

We bread
I heard a vine, niggas worked for the fed
Sent out secretly to take my
I back and meditate to the words they said

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

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

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

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

I met in the deserts, talked to shepherds
Been in the of many leopards
Felt the death kiss of mistress
Walked vacant 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 love her, when I her

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

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

a race by reason
And is just a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep from givin' in

Scratch the surface