Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie winds
*winds die down as beat

deck]
It had to be way
is for real
Nobody said it be easy
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 let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, hold the sword up
You can have that for before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for your
Torture, test my word as I like orca
Niggaz need supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've
And live my footprints I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' 'til the essence
with no prescription, this is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, they fail up to
They suck too, thorns in the
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly c.i.s beyond the jungle
Trouble man dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees buckle when the killa bees come
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
is, "from who? ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of morphine and
out of reach of your offsprings

[chorus: shadii of the md's]
Too hot to handle, too cold to
You pumpin' that substance, uncontrolled
2x*

[inspectah
Too cold to hold, substance --
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told
Never fold, know some like fake gold
Young and old I look like parole holds
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit zip code, my sick flow condones
Soon to spread like ebola, the autopsy
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the thrower
I you hostage, the code name's the iyatollah
controller, 2009 time quota
The high roller, sting like a cobra
Blow the on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the
Nickel and dime, rhymes of the times
My life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for
The dopeman, livin' like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the strung, plus the fiends come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The substance provides, continuous
I'll give you one free for 5 sides you buy
high off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough

[chorus: x2]

deck]
My style's so underground, I rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and protective goggles
the burough, rap picasso
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a forever, can't stop tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, hard to
Cold like winds, taps on my convo
El cross the verazanno
P.l.o. style, released while the beasts
And those who can't the heat, they seek shade
The rapture was told of how one man tackled the
We go so deep, it rattles your
I see many have come, but few are for the role
In ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals
Quick to spot those who as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

shadii of the force md's]
Satisfaction or money back
Gotta keep to makin'
the best that you ever had
Got you fiendin' on the bag

[chorus: 2x]

Uncontrolled...