Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the horror of
That is of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the
And when we 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 and an end to the killings

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

That's straight when we up
'Cause I believe every throat a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking
Roll naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of 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 is going on

Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
'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 psycho
But ya keep the killer in one
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

Fucking you up won't let you
Fucking you up, you in the ass
Jumped out the with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm sick of shit, I see on the TV
showing psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a homeless
While I'm laying on my couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head a tower
Or ya naked ass clear out the shower
Finally ya on the block
Take this here gat and ya in the eye

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

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

In doing time
Time being without not another solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas know through the years
Got they blown off or crippled in their fear

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

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

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

End this war for the homies that I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a killing rage waiting on my change
On the on my jacket I cradle my gage
What ya gonna do if I 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 like in a steady pace
Ya up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, 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

Catch ya at blank range ya getting jacked
(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 living is high
With a high class leather city with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people crime after crime

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

It's for you to crack some necks
And if don't know now, show them what 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, we in a devilish mood

who's rolling with the ICP
That devil coming straight 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 getcha

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

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