Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each other for the 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 taste of the
And when we kill the children
And the streets smell of
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 Violent J]

Heard going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
Just ta warm u, to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats the break of dawn
nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now coming with me
That's straight we team up
cause I believe throat deserves a good cut
in my brain its 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 are strong its only a saw
The fronts like they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
Cause i the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

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

(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 muthaphucking train
(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)
{Snipe ya in the head a tower,
or chase ya naked ass out the shower}
{Finally ya on the block,
take here gat and shoot 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 headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
all they brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and it wouldn't last long)
we'd kill each other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump

In Detroit doing time, time being
Without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas ive know the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
Now tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the 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 governments
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, cause you who you are
Seems they dont know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the jews in the but what the fuck for
Damn the're stupid,The mine are
Think i to pay a lesson to a gallon
And a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i knew
ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes
(Ya out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing waiting on my change
On the on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya do if i show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

[Verse 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 ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting like he ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya
Catch ya at point blank ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a
everyday, one another the other
But the suburb living is class
With a high class city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
homeless people commiting crime after crime
And bitches the pike for dough
they 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 dont know now, show them what to expect
it dont matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

Violent J]

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

five: Esham]

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

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