Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has come for the
To run into the paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each
For the hatred of
We must move the suburbs
And punish the rich for ignorance

For the of death
is part of our life in our neighborhood
And them a taste of the same
And we kill the governments' children
And the streets smell of
then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

Heard what's on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they with me

That's when we team up
'Cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking
Roll around in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you of killing each other

Walked in the house, him in the mouth
back the head and pulled the brains out
My are strong it's only a saw
The government fronts like don't know what is going on

Fuck, I'll take the in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
'Cause I know the go jogging
And I'm in the bushes, axe to the nogging

30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

Fucking you up won't let you
Fucking you up, you in the ass
out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead bodies on the train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing and I see me

And ya calling me a homeless
I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass out the shower
Finally catch ya on the
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

Who ya wit governor E?
Don't ya I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
swing ya by ya foot
Mister Drumma looking headed punk, bitch

to the banquet party
Drank all they brew then shot
They set it up wrong created the
And thought it last long
we'd kill each other off didn't think
We'd come to the suburbs,
The clowns stick this in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste

In doing time
Time being without not another solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've through the years
Got necks blown off or crippled in their fear

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand a fist
Raised in the with nothing to eat
So my natural to kill in the street

I'm going to war and I sent you
Jumpsteady stepping over the brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the inner crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the for
they're stupid, the mine are surrounded
Think I to pay a lesson
To a and save a human life or two

End this ghetto war for the that I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind killing waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my
ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya door naked
for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll ya

Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
(Come up wit it, bitch)
Now ya know how to act
But that's the life and the of a mother

everyday, one after the other
But the suburb living is high
With a high class leather trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry people committing crime after crime

And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks
And I hear ya fun of that ICP
(What's up E?)
Gets ya

It's for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city
Yea, We to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish

Guess who's with the ICP
That black devil coming straight the D
I'm heading out to to tip off a German
And for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm gonna

If ya standing in my way I'm wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv
Hey man do you know my

I'm with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine it ain't about black or white
It ain't about or right on devil's night
I burn a cross in ya face
Now homicide's got a new case so give me a