Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
*winds die down as beat

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

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the
Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in
Wan' test i? access
I live and die by the motto: let survive
Livin' off my last cut, hold the sword up
You can have that for before I take your best offer
Stalker, for your sianora
Torture, my word as I come like orca
need life supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the I've creased
And live my footprints I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' 'til the essence
Givin' with no prescription, this is the
Settin' a new standard, they fail up to
They suck too, thorns in the
in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the jungle
Trouble man can't dance the shuffle
buckle when the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun
is, "from who? ", numb you
Like a 100 of morphine and daily
Keep out of reach of offsprings

[chorus: shadii of the force
Too hot to handle, too cold to
You pumpin' that substance, uncontrolled
2x*

[inspectah
Too cold to hold, substance --
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I never
Never fold, know some like fake gold
Young and old I look like parole holds
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick condones
Soon to like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, another jon doe --
Overexposure, facin' the flame
I hold you hostage, the code the iyatollah
Mind controller, 2009 quota
The high roller, sting like a king
Blow the whistle on kids who
Pistol pops, ceremony within the gristle
Nickel and dime, sign of the times
My life line, like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, livin' like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, plus the come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The substance provides, continuous
I'll give you one free for 5 sides you buy
Gettin' 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 write on fossils
Use as directed and protective goggles
the burough, rap picasso
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a forever, can't stop tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, to swallow
Cold like chicago winds, on my convo
El diablo the verazanno
P.l.o. style, released 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 rattles your
I see have come, but few are chose for the role
In this ritual, rhymes on hot coals
Quick to those who pose as friends and foes
Wind up violated I was the p-o

shadii of the force md's]
Satisfaction or your back
Gotta to makin' comebacks
the best that you ever had
Got you on the next bag

repeat 2x]

Uncontrolled...