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 for so long
And like animals we kill each
For the hatred of
We move into the suburbs
And punish the for their ignorance

For the horror of
That is of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a 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 chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

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

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

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick the
Psycho psycho
But ya the killer in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker a taste

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

And ya me a homeless hobo
While I'm on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head a tower
Or chase ya ass clear out the shower
Finally ya on the block
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

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

In Detroit doing
Time done without not another solution
nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've know through the
Got they necks off or crippled in their fear

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in 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 instincts to kill in the

I'm going to war and I you caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the governments'
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
Don't let even 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 a human life or two

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

Ya need a spoonful, another a little taste
So let me you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to thinking it was a dream
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
for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the in fear, but some day he'll show ya

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

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

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

It's time for you to some necks
And if they don't know now, show them to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the
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 rolling the ICP
That black devil coming straight the D
I'm heading out to to tip off a German
And looking for the to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm getcha

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

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