Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
die down as beat drops*

[inspectah
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., bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll the live
Sweet love, me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
Head fried, the scribe, move in disguise
Wan' test i? denied
I and die by the motto: let none survive
Livin' off my cut, can't hold the sword up
You can that for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for sianora
Torture, test my word as I come like
Niggaz need supporters, for bein' so weak
I as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
And live my footprints I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' legend 'til the
Givin' no prescription, this is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, fail measurin' up to
They too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly c.i.s beyond the jungle
Trouble man dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees buckle when the bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
Question is, "from ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of and daily
Keep out of reach of your

[chorus: of the force md's]
Too hot to handle, too cold to
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, know turn like fake gold
Young and old I look like parole holds
In the midst where the blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow
to spread like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, another jon doe --
Overexposure, the flame thrower
I hold you hostage, the code name's the
controller, 2009 time quota
The roller, sting like a king cobra
the whistle on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the
Nickel and dime, sign of the times
My life line, buckle like a fine wine, for mines
The dopeman, still livin' like the
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the strung, plus the fiends come
In abundance, lined up, spendin'
The substance provides, 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 dough rise

[chorus: x2]

deck]
My so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear goggles
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a bottle forever, can't stop
all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like chicago winds, on my convo
El cross the verazanno
P.l.o. style, while the beasts raid
And who can't stand 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 have come, but few are for the role
In this ritual, rhymes on hot coals
Quick to spot those who as friends and foes
up violated like I was the p-o

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

repeat 2x]

Uncontrolled...