Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the horror of
That is part of our life in our
And give them a of the same
And when we 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

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 throats till the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

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

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, sick with the
psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

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

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

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

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

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

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I in many schools for this
'Cause I'm by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the

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

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

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once
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 on my jacket I cradle my gage
What ya do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the city 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 cracka at ya front naked
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but day he'll show ya

Catch ya at blank range ya getting jacked
(Come up wit it, bitch)
Now ya don't how to act
But that's the and the experience of a mother

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

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

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

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

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

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