Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

And spoke about the lost permission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic
Like a plane from a bomb blast
Special broadcast slot time wit

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

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

I every vehicle through enemy observation
unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the fog significantly, the era
Check my wind pattern, headin' west
Success is freedom but can mean death

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

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

Scratch underneath the
But as purpose lie
Seems our is worthless
Like we're pawns the sky

a race by reason
And that is a win
For empty I breathe in
Keep myself 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
Guns we wit, niggas I relate wit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two philosophers and physicians on a cure
Who harden they hearts, to warn the weak and and inflicted
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 at they tail
Walked the chambers of death
a whole lawn to hell
Embracin' her was like the third rail

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

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

Scratch underneath the