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, direct from the
on a soul, the result, death by the bulk in a vault

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Face a race by
And is just a win
For empty soul I in
Keep myself from in

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

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

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

all documents using forgery
'Cuz just the thought of me
I'm like Solomon, spoke
Told the world I'm black

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

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

I met in the deserts, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many
Felt the death kiss of mistress
Walked through vacant
religions studied pagan scriptures

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

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

Scratch underneath the
But as purpose lie
Seems our will is
we're pawns beneath the sky

Face a by reason
And that is a win
For empty soul I in
Keep myself from in

Scratch the surface