Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie winds
*winds die down as beat

deck]
It had to be way
This is for
Nobody said it be easy
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., killa bee
Eastside, the 5, roll wit' the live
Sweet love, me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, in disguise
Wan' i? access denied
I and die by the motto: 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 come orca
Niggaz life supporters, for bein' so weak
I as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
And my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., legend 'til the essence
Givin' with no prescription, this is the
Settin' a new standard, they measurin' up to
They suck too, in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, fly like c.i.s beyond the jungle
Trouble man can't the hollywood shuffle
buckle when the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun
is, "from who? ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of and daily
Keep out of of your offsprings

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

[inspectah
Too cold to hold, substance --
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told
Never fold, some turn like fake gold
Young and old I look down like parole
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick condones
Soon to spread like ebola, the autopsy
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the flame
I hold you hostage, the code the iyatollah
controller, 2009 time quota
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 like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, plus the come
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The substance provides, high
I'll give you one free for 5 sides you buy
Gettin' off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' rise

repeat x2]

[inspectah
My so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear goggles
the burough, rap picasso
Blow like a holo-point, foes to follow
Pop a bottle forever, can't tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, hard to
Cold like chicago winds, taps on my
El diablo the verazanno
P.l.o. style, while the beasts raid
And those who can't the heat, they seek shade
The rapture was of how one man tackled the globe
We go so deep, it rattles soul
I see many come, but few are chose for the role
In this ritual, rhymes on hot coals
Quick to spot those who pose as friends and
up violated like I was the p-o

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

repeat 2x]

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