Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved gold
We have in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each for the hatred of others
We must into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the
And we kill the governments children
And the streets smell of
then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

one: Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the of dawn
Can't get me
always been a psycho now they coming with me
That's when we team up
cause I every throat deserves a good cut
in my brain its fucking insane
roll around naked in the rain
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you of killing each other
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
back the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts like they know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
i know the rich go jogging
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker a taste!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) 2 Dope}]

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

[Verse three: Jump

In Detroit doing time, being done
not another solution
Without nothing but men
How many ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and my hand into a fist
Raised in the with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to in the street
Im going to war and i you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the governments
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
Dont let even judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they even know about the inner city crime war
on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn 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 that i once
ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing waiting on my change
On the holes on my i craddle my gage
ya gonna do if i show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E /

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the city like in a 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 front door
Begging for money, acting like he ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya
Catch ya at blank range ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont how to act
But that's the life and the of a mother
Happends everyday, one the other
But the suburb living is class
With a high class leather city trade ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry homeless people crime after crime
And bitches working the for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks
And i hear ya fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) ya bats
It's time for you to some necks
And if dont know now, show them what to expect
Cause it dont matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city

Violent J]

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

five: Esham]

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

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