Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

On a man made lake, a sheet of thin ice
Where skaters, couldn't figure eight twice
At sixteen uncut, from the cult
on assault, the result, death by the bolt

In a vote, it spoke about the average commission
was seen by a King in a prophetic vision
Like a plane from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time con cash

It the jury quiet and now a riot will form
satanic man, now hang in his dorm
I swing on you radio personalities
Boost ya ratings but behind casualties

Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun
Instantly, ya fire like it's Palm Sunday
I fashion the first tool from the
The use and built it to a complex

Network of
You're up a hopeless situation
I screen every through enemy observation
Swarmin' unpredictably, we terror
Increase the force significantly, the error

Check my wind pattern, headin' West
Success is bur failure could mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels, dig up the and rubble
Permanent, damage by the double U

Now who cowardly you to merge through
And think the serve you
Signin' marvel, who just the next novel
Worldwide, marred in marble
His accountless, of MC's I saved
And them same wanna squander those gifts I gave

Scratch the surface, where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless, like we're beneath the sky
Change the race by reason and ashes just the
The left is so our breathin', keep ourself givin' in

Yo, love and hatred, is most sacred
Both species, they lay in the tombs of oasis
Think back on I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, I relate with

We broke bread, I heard through a vine workin' for the Feds
Sent out secretly to take my
I lay back and meditate to the words say
Skip for a mutten goofy dred

Had a friend tell my family I was
Return at the last fall of the leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the are recordin' me
Sign all documents, usin' forgery 'cuz a near thought of me

I'm like Solomon, bluntly
the word I'm black and calmly
Howls the grave haunt me
The smell of death's me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi

Been in the presence of mad peasants and old
Who sold everything on a quest for divine
Slept in caves to get a clear
Who prayed three times when the moon lit and the sun

I met dwellers in the desert, to shepherds
Been in the mouth of leopards
Felt the death of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts for four religions, Pagan scriptures

True and physicians on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts to ward the weak, sick and
Candles lit, with a bitch
Who made me love her when I touch her, soft hide claws

Bees with sweet honey in they
Have bitter stingers at they
Walk through the of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like a third world

Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose
It seems our world is worthless, like pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason and ashes just the
The is so our breathin', keep ourself from givin' in
Scratch underneath the