Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has come for the
To run the streets paved with gold
We have in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we each other
For the of others
We move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their

For the horror of
That is part of our in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And when we the governments' children
And the streets 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
out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta 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 psycho now they coming me

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

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, sick with the
Psycho psycho
But ya keep the in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a

Fucking you up won't let you
Fucking you up, you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with a battle axe
12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a hobo
While I'm laying on my suede listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass out the shower
Finally ya on the block
Take this here gat and ya in the eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya need a spoonful, wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city 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 you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the in fear, but some day he'll show 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

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

And bitches working the pike for
Then they run to the rock to buy some rocks slow
And I hear ya 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, them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city
Yea, We to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, we in a devilish mood

Guess rolling with the ICP
That black coming straight from the D
I'm out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to kill him and I 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 know
Getting more than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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