Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

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

Working late night, not we hate light
Just right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creeping, people are
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 hate
Just feels right, that's tracks come out tight

[Mad
Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond
Armed to the teeth, this is a threat
Graveyard shift, way abnoxious
We play to win, you your losses
An awesome roster, original rhymes find time
To make the up your spine climb
This ain't theatrics, we rock tactics
on you plastic actresses for practice
The fact is I'm violent by nature, don't ya
Like most people about as much as like me
found a way to say "fuck you" politely
These I stick 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 that we hate
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out
Thoughts start creeping, people are
words out of the dreams, it's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate
feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

[Mad
I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine
over 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 you fools

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

Child]
Yo, I don't transform and I don't shape
Don't take the bus, shoplift tapes
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 thing I've 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 that we hate
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 end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
in mind, it's not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks out tight