Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has come for the
To run into the 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 must move into the
And punish the rich for their

For the horror of
That is part of our life in our
And give a taste of the same
And when we kill the children
And the smell of death
Maybe then we will see our in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta you, just to get it on
I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me

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

in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head and the brains out
My list are strong it's a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is on

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

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

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

And ya calling me a hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to
ya in the head from a tower
Or chase ya ass clear out the shower
Finally catch ya on the
Take this 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 ya by ya foot
Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch

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

In Detroit doing
Time being without not another solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've know the years
Got they blown off or crippled in their fear

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

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

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

End this war for the homies that I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes
(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
ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to it this time, motherfucker have a taste

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

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

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

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

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

It's for you to crack some 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, Pointe and Beverly Hills
I you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood

who's rolling with the ICP
That black coming straight from 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 gonna

If ya in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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