Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

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

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

I screen every vehicle enemy observation
unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the fog significantly, the era
Check my wind pattern, it's west
is freedom 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 workers'll serve

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

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

Face a by reason
And is just a win
For soul I breathe in
Keep from givin' in

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

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

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

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

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

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

I met dwellers in the deserts, to shepherds
Been in the mouth of leopards
the death kiss of Satan's 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 her, when I touch her

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

underneath the surface
But as your lie
Seems our will is
Like we're beneath the sky

Face a race by
And that is a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep from givin' in

underneath the surface