Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

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

Fire a wit low-pressure water gun play
Instantly your fire like 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 through observation
Swarmin' unpredictably, we spread
the fog significantly, change the era
Check my wind pattern, it's west
Success is freedom but failure can death

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

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

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

Face a race by
And that is a win
For empty soul I in
Keep myself givin' in

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

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

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

Sign all documents forgery
'Cuz the mere thought of me
I'm Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the I'm black [Incomprehensible]

And from the grave hunt me
The smell of upon 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 clear
Who prayed three
When the moon lit and when the sun

I met dwellers in the deserts, talked to
Been in the of many leopards
the death kiss of Satan's mistress
Walked vacant districts
religions studied pagan scriptures

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

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

Scratch underneath the
But as your lie
Seems our will is
Like we're pawns the sky

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

Scratch underneath the