Luyện nghe bài hát Deep End

What begins an 'a' and ends with asphyxia?
Me, One, the microphone cripple
A life on the of the walking dead
You talk in black or you speak in red
I can't help you if you don't have the language
It's either sink or swim and the average
Some of us stay afloat and the wave
With mouth 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 cause and of the light and the mist
In the world of mixtapes and other breaks,
I spit like my life on what I make

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

Child]
Hand to hand combat, gone far that
Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb
Graveyard shift, way past
We play to win, you your losses
An roster, original designed rhymes find time
To make the shiver up your spine
This ain't theatrics, we rock tactics
Smash on you plastic actresses for
The fact is I'm violent by nature, hate ya
Like people about as much as they like me
found a way to say "fuck you" politely
These days I stick to myself, but sometimes get 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 right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts creeping, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the end
Keep in mind, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks out tight

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

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

[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 chance of taking

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

I'mma pay and blues, that's the truth
If there's one thing I've learned from life, there's much to
I know, that's why we 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 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 we hate light
Just right, that's when tracks come out tight