Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run the streets paved with gold
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 and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is of our life in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments
And the streets smell of
maybe then we will see our situation in a new
And put an end the the in the ghetto and an end to the killings

[Verse Violent J]

Heard whats on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and a girl
ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting till the break of dawn
Can't get me
always been a psycho now they coming with me
That's when we team up
cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
roll around in the acid rain
Rich bitch took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each
in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and the brains out
My list are strong its 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
Cause i know the rich go
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho 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 wont let you pass, fucking you up, you in the ass)
out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking tracks}
(Im of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya me a homeless hobo,
while I'm laying on my suede listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head a tower,
or chase ya naked ass clear out the
{Finally ya on the block,
take this here gat and ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya ass from a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
(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})

three: Jump Steady]

In doing time, time being done
Without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
Now iull tell ya i been in many Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and close my into a fist
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to in the street
Im going to war and i sent you
stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even ya, cause you know who you are
they dont even know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the 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 ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes
(Ya out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
I got a mind rage 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

four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the city like in a pace
Ya wake up to gunfire it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya the door in fear, but some day he'll 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 and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one the other
But the suburb living is high
With a high class leather city with ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry homeless commiting crime after crime
And bitches working the pike for
Then they run to the sella to buy some rocks slow
And i hear ya fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
It's for you to crack some necks
And if they dont know now, show what to expect
it dont matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

[Verse 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 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 ya dont know
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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