Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

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

It kept the quiet and now a riot will form
While satanic man, now hang in his
I swing on you fake personalities
Boost ya but hypes behind casualties

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

of communications
You're up against a hopeless
I screen every vehicle through observation
Swarmin' unpredictably, we terror
Increase the force significantly, the error

my wind pattern, it's headin' West
Success is freedom bur failure could death
sweat, aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble
Permanent, damage by the double U

Now who cowardly urge you to through
And think the serve you
Signin' marvel, who dropped the next novel
Worldwide, practically marred in
His accountless, amount of MC's I
And them same niggas wanna those gifts I gave

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

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

We broke bread, I heard through a niggas workin' for the Feds
out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the they say
Skip town for a mutten dred

Had a friend tell my I was dead
Return at the last of the autumn leaves
the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin' me
Sign all documents, usin' forgery just a near thought of me

I'm like Solomon, bluntly
Told the word I'm black and
Howls from the haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I in the hills like Gandhi

in the presence of mad peasants and old Kings
Who sold on a quest for god's divine
Slept in to get a clear mind
Who prayed three times when the lit and the sun rise

I met dwellers in the desert, talked to
Been in the of many leopards
Felt the death kiss of Satan's
Walked the districts for four religions, studied Pagan scriptures

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

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

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