Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has come for the
To run into the paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill other
For the hatred of
We move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for ignorance

For the of death
That is of our life in our neighborhood
And them a taste of the same
And we kill the governments' children
And the smell of death
Maybe then we see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
Just ta you, just to get it on
I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, can't get me
I've always been a psycho now they with me

That's when we team up
'Cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain fucking insane
Roll around naked in the 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 and pulled the brains out
My list are it's only a saw
The government fronts like they don't what is going on

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

About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick the
Psycho psycho
But ya keep the in one place
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 with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead bodies on the train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing and I see me

And ya calling me a hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to
Snipe ya in the head a tower
Or ya naked ass clear out the shower
catch 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 swing ya by ya
Mister Drumma looking bald punk, bitch

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

In Detroit time
Time being done not another solution
Without nothing but men
How many I've know through the years
Got they necks 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 my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my natural instincts to in the street

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

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

End this ghetto war for the that I once 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 holes on my jacket I my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya child scream

Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but 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 life and the experience of a

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

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

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

who's rolling with the ICP
That black coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a
And looking for the governor to him and I think 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 devil ya know
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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