Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
To run into the streets paved with
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill other
For the hatred of
We must into the suburbs
And the rich for their ignorance

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

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
Break of dawn, nobody get me
always been a psycho now they coming with me

That's when we team up
'Cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain fucking insane
around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each

Walked in the house, 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 in my own hands
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
I know 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, 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 dead bodies on the train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing 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 catch ya on the
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

Stroll to the party
Drank all they brew shot everybody
They set it up created the ghetto
And thought it wouldn't last
we'd 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 doing time
Time being done without not 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 tell ya 'cause I in many schools for this
I'm drawn 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 sent you
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 the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the for
they're 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 I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a killing rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my
What ya do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

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

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

Catch ya at point range 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

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

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

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

Guess who's rolling the ICP
black devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a
And for the governor to kill him and I think 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 ya don't know
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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