Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

That the jury quiet and now the riots perform
While satanic man, now hangin' his
I swing on you fake personalities
And boost your ratings 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 it to a complex, network of communications
up against a hopeless situation

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

Humans aim shovels, dig up debris and rubble
Permanent caused by the W
Now who callously urge you to merge
And think the serve you?

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

Scratch the surface
But as your lie
Seems our will is
Like pawns beneath the sky

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

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

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

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

all documents using forgery
'Cuz just the mere 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 Ghandi
Been in the of mad peasants

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

I met dwellers in the deserts, to shepherds
Been in the of many leopards
Felt the death kiss of Satan's
Walked through districts
Before studied pagan scriptures

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

Soft paws, high claws, bees wit sweet in they mouth
Had stingers at they tail
Walked the chambers of death
Take a whole to hell
Embracin' her was embracin' the third rail

underneath the surface
But as your lie
Seems our is worthless
Like we're pawns the sky

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

Scratch the surface