Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

What begins with an 'a' and ends asphyxia?
Me, Prev One, the cripple
A life on the edge of the dead
You either talk in black or you in red
I can't help you if you don't have the down
It's either sink or and the average drown
Some of us stay afloat and the wave
With your full of sand, burnt by sunrays
Five Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull of
A barrel full of commerece, blasting the
We always stand guard the late shift
The and effect of the light and the mist
In the world of mixtapes and other breaks,
I spit like my life depends on what I

Working late night, not that we hate
Just right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creeping, are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, the deep end
It's the deep end, are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, the deep end
Keep in mind, it's not we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out

Child]
Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond
to the teeth, this is a bomb threat
Graveyard shift, way abnoxious
We play to win, you your losses
An roster, original designed rhymes find time
To make the shiver up your climb
This ain't theatrics, we rock tactics
Smash on you actresses for practice
The is I'm violent by nature, don't hate ya
Like most people about as as they like me
found a way to say "fuck you" politely
These days I to myself, but sometimes get sick of myself
Got my own circle, my people, bleed for my people
Need no replacement, Mad Child's life unfolds with statements

Working late night, not we hate light
Just feels right, that's when come out tight
Thoughts start creeping, are sleeping
words out of the dreams, it's the deep end
It's the end, people are sleeping
Pull out of the dreams, it's the deep end
Keep in mind, it's not we hate light
Just feels right, that's when come out tight

Child]
I'm not a but I'm walking on a fine line
fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed wire

I'm not a werewolf but I force my fangs into the
a little cowpoke until the city's bloodsoaked

[Mad
I'm not a hoblin, a goblin, a ghost, or
Swollen Members ain't fuckin' with most you

I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch, or an
But my crew's got the chance of taking over

[Mad
Yo, I don't transform and I don't change
Don't take the bus, don't tapes
But I to, and if you choose to,
Here's to pop inside your walkman and cruise to

I'mma pay dues and blues, that's the
If there's one thing learned from life, there's much to lose
I know, that's why we never shows
You're just an imitation, you can die white buffalo

Working late night, not that we hate
Just feels right, when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creeping, are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
It's the deep end, are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate
Just feels right, that's when come out tight