Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has for the blood
To run into the streets 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 move the suburbs
And the rich for their ignorance

For the horror of
That is part of our life in our
And them a taste of the same
And when we the governments' 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

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

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

in the house, shot 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 what is going on

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

30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho psycho
But ya keep the killer in one
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 muthaphucking 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 hobo
While I'm laying on my couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head a tower
Or chase ya ass clear out the shower
Finally ya on the block
Take this gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

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

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

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I in many schools for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the and close my hand into a fist
in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the

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 even know about the inner city crime war
Money's on the in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn stupid, the mine are surrounded
I like to pay a lesson
To a gallon and save a human or two

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

Ya need a spoonful, another a little taste
So let me feed you the city in a steady pace
Ya wake up to 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 cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya

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

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

And working the pike for dough
Then 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 time for you to some necks
And if they don't now, show them what to expect
'Cause it matter the race or the place
E giving the inner city taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a mood

Guess who's rolling the ICP
black devil coming straight from the D
I'm out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And for the governor to kill 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
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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