Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the horror of
That is part of our in our neighborhood
And give them a of the same
And we kill the governments' children
And the streets of death
Maybe then we see our situation 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 world
out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, to get it on
I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, can't get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

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

in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head and the brains out
My are strong it's only a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is on

Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own
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 sick the
Psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

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 train
I'm sick of shit, I see on the TV
They psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a hobo
While I'm on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the from a tower
Or ya naked ass clear 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 hang ya dead ass from a
swing ya by ya foot
Mister looking bald headed punk, bitch

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

In doing time
Time done without not another solution
nothing but wicked men
How muthaphuckas I've know through the years
Got necks 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 nothing to eat
So my instincts to kill in the street

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

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

End this ghetto war for the homies that I knew
Ya peeping out the barn 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 I cradle my gage
What ya do if I show up at your place
Try to it this time, motherfucker have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, wants a little taste
So let me you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire 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, 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 living is high class
a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry homeless people committing after crime

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

It's time for you to crack necks
And if they don't now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't 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 devilish

Guess rolling with the ICP
That black devil 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 the way so I'm gonna 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 know my

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