Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

What begins with an 'a' and ends with
Me, Prev One, the cripple
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 the language down
It's either or swim and the average drown
Some of us stay afloat and the wave
With your full of sand, burnt by sunrays
Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull of Dollars
A barrel full of commerece, blasting the
We stand guard over the late shift
The cause and of the light and the mist
In the of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
I like my life depends on what I make

Working late night, not that we hate
feels 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, it's the end
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate
Just feels right, that's when tracks out tight

[Mad
Hand to hand combat, far beyond that
to the teeth, this is a bomb threat
Graveyard shift, way past
We play to win, you your losses
An awesome roster, original designed rhymes time
To make the shiver up spine climb
This theatrics, we rock with tactics
on you plastic actresses for practice
The fact is I'm violent by nature, don't ya
Like people about as much as they like me
Haven't found a way to say "fuck you"
These days I stick to myself, but sometimes get sick of
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 feels right, when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creeping, people are
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
It's the deep end, people are
Pull words out of the dreams, the deep end
in mind, it's not that 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 but I force my fangs into the townfolk
Drain a little cowpoke until the bloodsoaked

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

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

[Mad
Yo, I don't and I don't change shape
Don't the bus, don't shoplift tapes
But I used to, and if you to,
Here's something to pop your walkman and cruise to

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

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