Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
To run into the streets paved gold
We have lived in the zoo of the for so long
And like animals we kill each
For the hatred of
We move into the suburbs
And punish the for their ignorance

For the horror of
is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And when we the governments' children
And the streets of death
Maybe then we see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and 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 coming with me

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

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

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

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 with a 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 calling me a hobo
While I'm laying on my couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head a tower
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the
catch ya on the block
Take this gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

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

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

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

I'm to war and I sent you caution
stepping over the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, it far)
Don't let even 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 desert but what the for
they're stupid, the mine are surrounded
Think I like to pay a
To a gallon and save a life or two

End this ghetto war for the homies I once knew
Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes
(Ya out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the holes on my I cradle my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your
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 thinking it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors and ya young child scream

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

Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
(Come up wit it, bitch)
Now ya don't how to act
But that's the and the experience of a mother

Happens everyday, one 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 crime after crime

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

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

Guess rolling with the ICP
That 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 gonna

If ya standing in my way I'm wit ya
The black devil, devil ya don't know
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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 night
I burn a cross in ya face
Now homicide's got a new case so me a taste