Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for ignorance
For the horror of death, is part of our life in our neighborhood
And them a taste of the same
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

[Verse one: J]

whats going on in the free world
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, to get it on
Cause im gonna be throats till the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me
straight when we team up
cause I believe throat deserves a good cut
Look in my its fucking insane
roll around naked in the rain
bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of each other
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and the brains out
My list are strong its a saw
The government fronts like dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
Cause i know the rich go
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick the psycho 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, you up, shot you in the ass)
out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im sick of this 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)
ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya ass clear out the shower}
{Finally ya on the block,
take this gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass a tree)
{Then swing ya by ya
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and it wouldn't last long)
we'd kill each other off,
didn't think come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Steady]

In Detroit doing time, being done
Without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas ive through the years
Got they necks off or crippled in their fear
Now iull ya cause i been in many Schools for this
Cause im by the vision and close my hand into a fist
in the crime with nothing to eat
So my instincts to kill in the street
Im going to war and i sent you
JumpSteady stepping over the brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, cause you who you are
Seems dont even know 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 to pay a lesson 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 on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a pace
Ya wake up to gunfire it was a dream
Till ya hear ya holla and ya young child scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya door naked
Begging for money, acting like he ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but day he'll show ya
Catch ya at point blank ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont how to act
But that's the and the experience of a mother
everyday, one another the other
But the living is high class
With a high class leather city trade ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry homeless people commiting crime crime
And bitches the pike for dough
they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow
And i ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
time for you to crack some necks
And if they dont know now, show them what to
Cause it dont the race or the place
E giving the inner city Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

[Verse Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight 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 getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The devil, that devil ya dont know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv
Hey man do you my name?

Im down with notics, on train
So give me mine cause it aint about black or
It aint about wrong or right on Devil's
I burn a cross in ya face
Now got a new case
So me a taste