Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the paved with gold
We have in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of
We must move into the suburbs and the rich for their ignorance
For the of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a 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 and an end to the killings

[Verse one: J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta warm u, to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of
Can't get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me
That's when we team up
cause I believe every throat a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
roll around naked in the rain
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned back the head, and the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
i know the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the train tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing and i see me)
(And ya calling me a hobo,
while I'm on my suede couch listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the from a tower,
or ya naked ass clear out the shower}
{Finally ya on the block,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't long)
{Thought kill each other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse Jump Steady]

In Detroit doing time, time done
Without not solution
Without nothing but men
How muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural to kill in the street
Im to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the governments
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they dont even know about the inner city war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the for
the're stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a life or two
End this ghetto war for the that i once knew
ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the holes on my i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your
Try to it this time, motherfucker have a taste

[Verse Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a
Till ya hear ya holla and ya young child scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting like he 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 dont how to act
But that's the life and the of a mother
everyday, one another the other
But the living is high class
With a high class leather trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless people commiting after crime
And working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock to buy some rocks slow
And i ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
It's for you to crack some necks
And if they dont now, show them what to expect
Cause it dont the race or the place
Capitol E giving the city Taste

Violent J]

Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and Hills
I you knew, cause we in a devilish mood

five: Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming from the D
Im out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And looking for the governer to kill him and i i can
J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya dont
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

Im down with notics, nuts on
So give me mine cause it aint black or white
It aint about or right on Devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking
Now got a new case
So give me a