Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Surface

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

In a vote, it about the average loss commission
That was seen by a King in a vision
Like a crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot with con cash

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

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

Network of
You're up against a situation
I screen every vehicle through enemy
Swarmin' unpredictably, we terror
Increase the force significantly, change the

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

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

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

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

We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas for the Feds
Sent out secretly to my head
I lay and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a mutten dred

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

I'm like Solomon, bluntly
Told the word I'm 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 and old Kings
Who sold everything on a quest for divine
Slept in to get a clear mind
Who prayed three times when the moon lit and the sun

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

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

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

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