Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the horror of
That is part of our life in our
And give them a taste of the
And when we kill the children
And the streets smell of
Maybe then we will see our in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

Heard what's going on in the world
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be throats till the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

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

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

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

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

Fucking you up let you pass
you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway a muthaphucking battle axe
12 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing and I see me

And ya me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch 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 wit governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass a tree
Then ya by ya foot
Mister looking bald headed punk, bitch

to the banquet party
Drank all they then shot everybody
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 stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste

In doing time
Time being done not another solution
Without nothing but men
How muthaphuckas 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 for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and my hand into a fist
in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural to kill in the street

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

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

End ghetto war for the homies that 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 on my jacket I cradle my gage
ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the city in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a
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, acting he know ya
Ya the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya

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

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

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

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

Guess who's with the ICP
That black devil coming 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 gonna

If ya in my way I'm getting wit ya
The devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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