Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has come for the
To run the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each
For the of others
We must into the suburbs
And the rich for their ignorance

For the horror of
That is part of our in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments'
And the smell of death
then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the 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
I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

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

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

Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
'Cause I know the rich go
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 let you pass
you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with a battle axe
12 dead bodies on the train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They psychopathics and I see me

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

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

Stroll to the banquet
all they brew then shot everybody
They set it up created the ghetto
And thought it wouldn't long
Thought we'd each other off didn't think
We'd come to the suburbs,
The stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste

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

Now I 'll ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and my hand into a fist
in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural 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 even judge ya, you know who you are

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

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

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

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

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

Happens everyday, one the other
But the suburb living is class
a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough
homeless people committing crime after crime

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

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

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

If ya in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, devil ya don't know
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

I'm down notics, nuts on train
So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or
It ain't about wrong or right on night
I a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new so give me a taste