Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
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 hatred of
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 the governments' children
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

Heard what's going on in the world
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be throats till the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they 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
bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you of killing each other

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, sick with the
Psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a

Fucking you up let you pass
you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking axe
12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
I'm sick of shit, I see on the TV
They psychopathics and I see me

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

Who ya fucking wit E?
Don't ya know hang ya dead ass from a tree
swing ya by ya foot
Mister Drumma bald headed punk, bitch

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

In doing time
Time done without not another solution
Without but wicked men
How many I've know through the years
Got necks blown 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
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my natural to kill in the street

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

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

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

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

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

Catch ya at blank range 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 ya the rough times
homeless people committing crime after crime

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

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

Guess rolling with the ICP
black devil coming straight 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
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 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 a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case so give me a