Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the of death
That is part of our in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the
And when we kill the governments'
And the streets smell of
then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
Just ta warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats the
Break of dawn, can't get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I 'll ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the

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

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

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

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors 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 he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine 'cause it about black or white
It about wrong or right on devil's night
I a cross in ya fucking face
Now got a new case so give me a taste