Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The has come for the blood
To run into the streets with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we each other
For the of others
We must move the suburbs
And punish the rich for their

For the of death
That is part of our life in our
And them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments'
And the streets smell of
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 you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be throats till the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me

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

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

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

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

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

And ya calling me a homeless
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to
ya in the head from a tower
Or ya naked ass clear out the shower
Finally ya on the block
this here gat and shoot 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 Drumma looking headed punk, bitch

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

In Detroit doing
Time being done without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many for this
'Cause I'm by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the

I'm to war and I sent you caution
Jumpsteady stepping the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, it far)
let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the inner crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but the fuck for
they're 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 homies that I knew
Ya peeping out the barn 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 jacket I cradle my
What ya do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

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

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

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

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

And bitches the pike 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 crack necks
And if don't know now, show them what to expect
it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city
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 devil coming from the D
I'm heading out to to tip off a German
And for the governor 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 black devil, devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv
Hey man do you my name?

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