Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

What begins with an 'a' and ends asphyxia?
Me, Prev One, the cripple
A on the edge of the walking dead
You either talk in or you speak in red
I can't help you if you have the language down
It's either sink or swim and the drown
of us stay afloat and respect the wave
With your mouth of sand, burnt by sunrays
Five Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull of
A barrel full of commerece, the somber
We always stand guard over the late
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 night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when come out tight
start creeping, people 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, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when come out tight

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

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

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

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

Child]
I'm not a hoblin, a goblin, a ghost, or
Swollen Members ain't fuckin' most you fools

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

Child]
Yo, I don't transform and I change shape
Don't take the bus, don't shoplift
But I to, and if you choose to,
Here's something to pop inside walkman and cruise to

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

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