Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie winds
die down as beat drops*

[inspectah
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, roll the live
Sweet love, me in the bug eye, we 'bout 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 cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for your
Torture, test my word as I come orca
Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so
I as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
And live my footprints wherever I've my presence
I.n.s., livin' legend the essence
Givin' with no prescription, is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, fail 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
Knees buckle the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
is, "from who? ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of morphine and
Keep out of reach of offsprings

[chorus: shadii of the 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 some turn fake gold
Young and old I look down like holds
In the midst where the blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick condones
to spread like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the thrower
I hold you hostage, the code the iyatollah
Mind controller, time quota
The roller, sting 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 fine wine, for mines
The dopeman, still livin' the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The substance provides, high
I'll give you one free for every 5 you buy
Gettin' off my own supply, low in the ride
the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise

[chorus: x2]

deck]
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on
Use as directed and protective goggles
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow a holo-point, foes sure to follow
Pop a bottle forever, stop tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, to swallow
Cold chicago winds, taps on my convo
El diablo the verazanno
P.l.o. style, released while the raid
And those who stand the heat, they seek shade
The rapture was told of how one man the globe
We go so deep, it rattles your
I see many have come, but few are for the role
In this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot
to spot those who pose as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

[interlude: shadii of the force
or your money back
Gotta keep to comebacks
the best that you ever had
Got you on the next bag

[chorus: 2x]

Uncontrolled...