Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
To run the streets paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill other
For the hatred of
We move 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 of the same
And when we the governments' children
And the smell of death
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 killed a
ta warn you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm be cutting throats till the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've always been a now they coming with me

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

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, sick with the
Psycho rhymes
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 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
showing psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a homeless
I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head from a
Or chase ya ass clear 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 I'll hang ya dead ass from a
Then swing ya by ya
Mister Drumma looking bald punk, bitch

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

In Detroit time
Time being without not another solution
nothing but wicked men
How muthaphuckas I've know through the years
Got they 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 close my into a fist
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural to kill in the street

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

End this ghetto war for the homies that I knew
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 cradle my
ya gonna 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 you the city like in a steady pace
Ya up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young scream

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

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

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

And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy rocks slow
And I hear ya 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 what to expect
'Cause it don't the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a mood

Guess who's with the ICP
That black devil coming 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
J know the way so I'm gonna getcha

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

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