Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill other for the hatred of others
We must move the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our
And give 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 in the ghetto 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 u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of
nobody get me
I've always a psycho now they coming with me
straight when we team up
cause I every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
around naked in the acid rain
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you of killing each other
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The fronts like they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
Cause i know the go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho
But ya the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

[Verse (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 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 muthaphucking train
(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 laying on my 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 this gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit E?
Don't ya know hang ya dead ass from a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it last long)
{Thought we'd kill other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

three: Jump Steady]

In Detroit time, time being done
not another solution
Without but wicked men
How many ive know through the years
Got necks blown 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
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the
Im to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, you know who you are
Seems they dont even know about the inner 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 lesson to a
And a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

[Verse four: E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that at ya front door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but 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 life and the experience of a
everyday, one another the other
But the suburb is high class
a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry people commiting crime after crime
And working 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) ya bats
It's time for you to some necks
And if they dont know now, show them to expect
Cause it dont matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the city Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

[Verse Esham]

Guess rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
And looking for the governer to kill him and i 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 more pussy Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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