Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we each other for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for ignorance
For the horror of death, that is of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a of the same
And when we the governments children
And the streets smell of
maybe then we see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the and an end to the killings

[Verse Violent J]

whats going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
Just ta u, just to get it on
Cause im be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me
That's straight we team up
cause I every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its insane
roll naked in the acid rain
bitch 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 head, and the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
Cause i know the rich go
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker a taste!

two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle
{12 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a hobo,
while I'm on my suede couch listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head a tower,
or ya naked ass clear out the shower}
catch ya on the block,
take this gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya know hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the and thought it wouldn't last long)
{Thought we'd kill other off,
didn't think come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump

In Detroit doing time, time done
Without not solution
nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in Schools for this
im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my instincts to kill in the street
Im going to war and i you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the brainwashing
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they dont even about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but the fuck for
the're stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i like to pay a to a gallon
And 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 with ya closed hoe)
I got a killing rage waiting on my change
On the on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

[Verse four: E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to thining it was a dream
ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya door naked
Begging for money, like 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 dont how to act
But that's the and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one the other
But the suburb living is class
With a high leather city trade with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people crime after crime
And bitches working the pike for
Then they run to the rock to buy some rocks slow
And i ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
It's time for you to crack necks
And if they dont know now, them what to expect
Cause it dont matter the or the place
E giving the inner city Taste

[Interlude: J]

Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and Hills
I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish

[Verse five:

Guess rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D
Im out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And looking for the governer to him and i think i can
J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya dont
Getting more than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

Im with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine it aint about black or white
It aint about or right on Devil's night
I a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new
So give me a