Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
die down as beat drops*

[inspectah
It had to be way
This is for
said it would be easy
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, wit' the live
Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we to glide
Head fried, the scribe, move in disguise
test i? access denied
I live and die by the motto: let survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the up
You can have that for before I take your best offer
Stalker, for your sianora
Torture, my word as I come like orca
Niggaz need supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've
And live my wherever 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 too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the
man can't dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees buckle when the killa come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun
Question is, "from ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of and daily
out of reach of your offsprings

[chorus: shadii of the force
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 told
Never fold, know some turn like gold
Young and old I look down like holds
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow
Soon to spread like ebola, the showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the flame
I you hostage, the code name's the iyatollah
Mind controller, 2009 quota
The roller, sting like a king cobra
Blow the whistle on kids who
Pistol pops, deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, sign of the times
My life line, like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still livin' the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, the fiends come
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The provides, continuous high
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]

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

[interlude: shadii of the force
Satisfaction or your back
keep to makin' comebacks
It's the best you ever had
Got you fiendin' on the bag

[chorus: 2x]

Uncontrolled...