Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the horror of
That is of our life in our neighborhood
And them a taste of the same
And when we kill the children
And the streets of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
And put an end the the in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta warn you, to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting till the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now coming with me

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

Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned back the and pulled the brains out
My are strong it's only a saw
The fronts like they don't know what 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 waiting in the bushes, axe to the

30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a

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

And ya calling me a hobo
While I'm laying on my suede listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head from a
Or ya naked ass clear out the shower
catch ya on the block
Take here gat and shoot ya in the eye

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

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

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

Now I 'll tell ya I been in many schools for this
I'm drawn 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 going to war and I sent you
stepping over 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 about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the for
Damn they're stupid, the are surrounded
I like to pay a lesson
To a gallon and save a human or two

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once
Ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya 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 show up at your
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a

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

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

ya at point 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 after the
But the suburb living is high
With a high class leather city with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people committing crime crime

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

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

Guess who's with the ICP
That devil coming straight from the D
I'm out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to him and I think I can
J know the way so I'm gonna getcha

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

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