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 we kill each other
For the hatred of
We must into the suburbs
And punish the rich for ignorance

For the horror of
That is part of our life in our
And give them a taste of the
And when we kill the governments'
And the smell of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

what's going on in the free world
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, 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 insane
Roll around in the acid rain
bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each

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

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

About 30 or 40 times, 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 with a battle axe
12 dead on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing 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 chase ya naked ass clear out the
Finally catch ya on the
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

Who ya fucking wit E?
ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
Then ya by ya foot
Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch

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

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

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 with nothing to eat
So my instincts to kill in the street

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 judge ya, 'cause you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the city crime war
Money's on the in the desert 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 I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya 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 my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

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

thang, thank 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 life and the experience of a

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

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

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

Guess who's rolling 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
Violent J know the way so I'm getcha

If ya in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya know
Getting more pussy Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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