Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

What begins an 'a' and ends with asphyxia?
Me, Prev One, the microphone
A life on the of the walking dead
You either talk in black or you in red
I can't help you if you don't have the language
either sink or swim and the average drown
Some of us afloat and respect the wave
With your mouth full of sand, by sunrays
Five Ways to Sunday, A of Dollars
A barrel full of commerece, blasting the
We stand guard over the late shift
The cause and effect of the and the mist
In the of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
I spit like my depends on what I make

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

[Mad
Hand to hand combat, far beyond that
Armed to the teeth, is a bomb threat
shift, way past abnoxious
We play to win, you count your
An awesome roster, original designed rhymes time
To make the shiver up spine climb
ain't theatrics, we rock with tactics
Smash on you actresses for practice
The fact is I'm violent by nature, hate ya
Like most people about as as they like me
Haven't a way to say "fuck you" politely
These days I stick to myself, but get sick of myself
Got my own circle, love my people, bleed for my
Need no replacement, Mad Child's life unfolds bold statements

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

[Mad
I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine
over fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed

I'm not a werewolf but I my fangs into the townfolk
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 you fools

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

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

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

Working night, not that we hate light
Just right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts creeping, people 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, the deep end
Keep in mind, it's not that we light
Just feels right, when tracks come out tight