Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
*winds die as beat drops*

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, duckin' the 5, wit' the live
Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we to glide
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, in disguise
test 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 free before I take your best
Stalker, preparin' for your
Torture, test my word as I like orca
Niggaz life 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., legend 'til the essence
Givin' with no prescription, is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, they measurin' up to
They suck too, in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the
Trouble man dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees buckle when the killa bees thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun
Question is, "from who? ", you
Like a 100 cc's of morphine and
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 cold to hold, -- uncontrolled
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told
fold, know some turn like fake gold
Young and old I look down parole holds
In the midst the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my flow condones
Soon to like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the flame
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 within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes of the times
My life line, buckle a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still livin' like the
man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run?
They I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The substance provides, continuous
I'll give you one for every 5 sides you buy
high off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, and makin' dough rise

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[inspectah
My style's so underground, I write on fossils
Use as and wear protective goggles
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow like a holo-point, foes to follow
Pop a forever, can't stop tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, hard to
Cold like chicago winds, 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 your soul
I see have come, but few are chose for the role
In this ritual, walkin' on hot coals
Quick to spot those who as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

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

repeat 2x]

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