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 we kill 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 life in our
And them a taste of the same
And we kill the governments' children
And the smell of death
then we will 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 on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting till the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

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

Walked in the house, him in the mouth
Leaned back the head and pulled the 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 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, psychedelic with the
psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a

you up won't let you pass
Fucking you up, you in the ass
out the alleyway 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 homeless
I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head from a
Or chase ya naked ass out the shower
Finally catch ya on the
this 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 looking bald headed punk, bitch

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

In doing time
Time being done not another solution
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas I've know through the
Got they necks blown off or crippled in 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 with to eat
So my natural instincts to in the street

I'm going to war and I you caution
Jumpsteady over the governments' 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
Money's on the Jews in the desert but the fuck for
Damn they're stupid, the mine are
Think I like to pay a
To a gallon and save a life or two

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

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

Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya door naked
Begging for money, acting he know 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

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

And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock 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 don't know now, show them to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the
Capitol E giving the inner city
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross and Beverly Hills
I you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood

Guess rolling with the ICP
That black devil coming from the D
I'm heading out to to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm getcha

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

I'm down with notics, nuts on
So me mine 'cause it ain't about 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