Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
To run the streets paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we each other
For the hatred of
We must move into the
And punish the for their ignorance

For the horror of
That is of our life in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments'
And the streets smell of
Maybe then we see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be throats till the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me

That's straight when we up
'Cause I every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking
Roll around naked in the acid
bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of each other

in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned the head and pulled the brains out
My list are strong only a saw
The government fronts they don't know what is going on

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

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

you up won't let you pass
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
showing psychopathics and I see me

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

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

Stroll to the banquet
Drank all they brew then everybody
set it up wrong created the ghetto
And thought it wouldn't last
Thought we'd kill each off didn't think
come to the suburbs, jackoff
The clowns stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, a taste

In Detroit time
Time being done not another solution
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas I've through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their

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

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

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

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my
What ya gonna do if I 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 city in a steady pace
Ya up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Till ya hear ya holla and ya young child scream

thang, thank it to ya
Just wait you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya

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

everyday, one after the other
But the suburb is high class
With a high class city trade with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people crime after crime

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

It's time for you to crack some
And if they don't know now, show them what to
it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a mood

Guess who's with the ICP
That black devil coming from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a
And looking for the 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 don't
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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