Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has for the blood
To run into the paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each
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 them a taste of the same
And when we kill the children
And the smell of death
then we will see our situation 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 warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, can't get me
I've been a psycho now they coming with me

That's straight we team up
'Cause I believe every throat deserves a cut
Look in my brain fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each

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

Fuck, I'll take the in my own hands
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, psychedelic with the
Psycho psycho
But ya keep the in one place
But I'm at ya door, have a taste

Fucking you up won't let you
Fucking you up, you in the ass
out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm sick of 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 to Mojo
ya in the head from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the
Finally catch ya on the
Take this here gat and ya in the eye

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

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

In Detroit time
Time being done without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas I've through the years
Got they necks off or crippled in their fear

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

I'm to war and I sent you caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the 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 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 like to pay a
To a gallon and save a human or two

End this ghetto war for the homies I once knew
Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my
What ya gonna do if I up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a

Ya need a spoonful, wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city in a steady pace
Ya wake up to thinking it was a dream
Till ya ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait 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

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

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

And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some slow
And I hear ya 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
'Cause it don't the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish

Guess rolling with the ICP
That devil coming straight 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 standing in my way I'm wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't
Getting more than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

I'm down with notics, 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 homicide's got a new so give me a taste