Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
*winds die down as beat

[inspectah
It had to be way
This is for
Nobody said it would be
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., killa bee
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the
Sweet love, me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise
Wan' test i? access
I live and die by the motto: let survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best
Stalker, preparin' for your
Torture, test my word as I come orca
Niggaz life supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and the heads I've creased
And live my wherever I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' 'til the essence
Givin' no prescription, this is the medicine
a new standard, they fail measurin' up to
They suck too, thorns in the
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the
Trouble man dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees buckle when the killa bees come
All you was "1, 2", then the gun blew
Question is, "from who? ", you
Like a 100 cc's of and daily
Keep out of reach of your

shadii of the force md's]
Too hot to handle, too to hold
You that substance, that's uncontrolled
2x*

[inspectah
Too to hold, substance -- uncontrolled
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I never
Never fold, know some turn fake gold
Young and old I look down like parole
In the midst where the clips blow, I rip
Hit your zip code, my flow condones
Soon to like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the thrower
I you hostage, the code name's the iyatollah
Mind controller, 2009 time
The high roller, like a king cobra
the whistle on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, sign of the times
My life line, buckle like a wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still livin' like the
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, the fiends come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The provides, continuous high
I'll you one free for every 5 sides you buy
Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' rise

[chorus: x2]

[inspectah
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on
Use as and wear protective goggles
the burough, rap picasso
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a bottle forever, stop tommorow
all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like chicago winds, on my convo
El diablo cross the
P.l.o. style, released the beasts raid
And those who can't the heat, they seek shade
The rapture was told of how one man the globe
We go so deep, it your soul
I see many come, but few are chose for the role
In ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals
Quick to spot who pose as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

[interlude: shadii of the md's]
Satisfaction or money back
keep to makin' comebacks
It's the best you ever had
Got you on the next bag

repeat 2x]

Uncontrolled...