Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

town for a month and grew some dreads
Had a tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn
the plan accordingly, in case the feds are recording me

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

And from the grave hunt me
The smell of upon me
I dwell in the like Ghandi
Been in the of mad peasants

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

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

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

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

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

Face a race by
And is just a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep myself givin' in

Scratch underneath the