Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has for the blood
To run into the streets paved gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each
For the of others
We must move into the
And punish the for their ignorance

For the of death
is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a of the same
And when we kill the governments'
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 and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me

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

in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the and pulled the brains out
My list are strong only a saw
The government fronts like they don't know is going 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 waiting in the bushes, axe to the

About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick the
Psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

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

And ya me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to
Snipe ya in the head from a
Or ya naked ass clear out the shower
Finally catch ya on the
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

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

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

Now I 'll ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
'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 to war and I sent you caution
stepping over the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
Don't let even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are

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

End this ghetto war for the homies that I knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn ya closed 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 up at your place
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

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

Everyday thang, it to ya
wait till 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

ya at point blank 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 suburb is high class
With a high class city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless people committing after crime

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

It's for you to crack some necks
And if they don't now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the
Capitol E giving the inner city
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a mood

who's rolling with the ICP
That devil coming straight from the D
I'm out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And looking for the 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 devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

I'm down with notics, nuts on
So give me mine 'cause it ain't 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 case so me a taste