Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

The time has for the blood
To run into the streets with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill other
For the hatred of
We move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their

For the of death
That is part of our in our neighborhood
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 in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats the
of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've been a psycho now they 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 around in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of each other

Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned back the head and pulled the out
My list are strong it's 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
I know the rich go jogging
And I'm in the bushes, axe to the nogging

30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho psycho
But ya keep the killer in one
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker a taste

Fucking you up let you pass
you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead bodies on the train tracks
I'm of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing and I see me

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

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

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

In doing time
Time being done without not another
nothing but wicked men
How many I've know through the years
Got they blown off or crippled in their fear

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

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

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

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

Ya a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, it to ya
wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but day he'll show ya

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

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

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

Guess who's rolling the ICP
That black devil coming straight 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 getcha

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

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