Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

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

For the of death
That is part of our life in our
And give a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments'
And the streets smell of
Maybe we will 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 free
Broke out the asylum and killed a
ta warn you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats the
Break of dawn, nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me

That's when we team up
'Cause I believe every throat a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking
Roll around naked in the acid
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing 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 government fronts like they don't know is going on

Fuck, I'll take the in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
'Cause I know the rich go
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the

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

Fucking you up won't let you
you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the with 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 couch listening to
Snipe ya in the from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass out the shower
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 hang ya dead ass from a
Then ya by ya foot
Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch

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

In Detroit doing
Time being done without not solution
nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've through the years
Got necks blown off or crippled in their fear

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I 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 you caution
Jumpsteady stepping the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you who you are

Seems they don't even about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the but what the fuck for
Damn they're stupid, the mine are
Think I like to pay a
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 peeping out the barn ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a killing 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 time, motherfucker have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to thinking it was a dream
ya hear 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 slam the in fear, but some day he'll show ya

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

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

And bitches working the pike for
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 some
And if they don't know now, show what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the
Capitol E the inner city taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, 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 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 pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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