Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

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

[Verse one: J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta u, just to get it on
im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always been a now they coming with me
straight when we team up
cause I believe every throat deserves a cut
Look in my brain its insane
roll naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a
Now we killing you instead of killing each
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 they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
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!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, you in the ass)
{Jumped out the with a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the train tracks}
(Im sick of shit i see on the TV,they showing 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
catch ya on the block,
take this here gat and ya in the eye}
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'll ya dead ass from a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
(Stroll to the party)
all they brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it last long)
{Thought we'd kill each off,
didn't think come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump

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

four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city in a steady pace
Ya up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors and ya young child scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll ya
ya at point 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
everyday, one another the other
But the suburb living is class
a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry people commiting crime after crime
And bitches the pike 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) Gets ya
time for you to crack some necks
And if dont know now, show them what to expect
it dont matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the city Taste

Violent J]

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

five: Esham]

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 kill him and i i can
Violent J the way so im gonna getcha
If ya in my way im getting wit ya
The black devil, that ya dont know
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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