Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

And spoke about the average lost
was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb
Special slot time wit Comcast

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

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

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

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

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

Scratch the surface
But as your lie
Seems our will is
we're pawns beneath the sky

Face a by reason
And is just a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep myself from in

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

We broke
I heard through a vine, niggas for the fed
Sent out secretly to take my
I layed 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 fall of the autumn leaf
the plan accordingly, in case the feds are recording me

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

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

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

I met dwellers in the deserts, to shepherds
Been in the mouth of leopards
Felt the death kiss of mistress
Walked through vacant
Before studied pagan scriptures

Two philosophers and on a cure missions
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 sweet honey in mouth
Had bitter stingers at tail
Walked through the of death
Take a lawn to hell
Embracin' her was embracin' the third rail

Scratch the surface
But as purpose lie
Seems our will is
Like we're beneath the sky

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

Scratch the surface