Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie winds
*winds die down as beat

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

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., killa bee
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the
love, sweep 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 have that for free before I take best offer
Stalker, for your sianora
Torture, test my word as I come like
Niggaz life supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads creased
And my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' legend the essence
with no prescription, this is the medicine
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 dance the hollywood
buckle when the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun
Question is, "from who? ", you
a 100 cc's of morphine and daily
Keep out of reach of your

[chorus: shadii of the force
Too hot to handle, too cold to
You pumpin' that substance, 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 like parole holds
In the midst the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my flow condones
Soon to spread like ebola, the autopsy
The reports, another jon doe --
Overexposure, facin' the thrower
I hold you hostage, the name's the iyatollah
Mind controller, time quota
The high roller, sting like a cobra
Blow the whistle on who unofficial
Pistol pops, deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes of the times
My line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The substance provides, high
I'll give you one free for every 5 you buy
high off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough

[chorus: x2]

deck]
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on
Use as directed and wear protective
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a bottle forever, can't tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, to swallow
like chicago winds, taps on my convo
El cross the verazanno
P.l.o. style, while the beasts raid
And those who can't stand the heat, they shade
The rapture was of how one man tackled the globe
We go so deep, it your soul
I see have come, but few are chose for the role
In this ritual, rhymes on hot coals
Quick to spot those who pose as and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

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

repeat 2x]

Uncontrolled...