Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

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

one: Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting till the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always been a psycho now they with me
That's when we team up
I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
roll around naked in the rain
Rich bitch took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
back the head, and pulled the brains out
My are strong its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know 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 keep the 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 alleyway with a muthaphucking battle
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking tracks}
(Im sick of this i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a hobo,
I'm laying 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,
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit E?
Don't ya know hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
all they brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't 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 Jump Steady]

In Detroit doing time, time done
not another solution
Without but wicked men
How muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or in their fear
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 kill in the
Im to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, 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 jews in the desert but the fuck for
Damn stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i like to pay a lesson to a
And save a life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i knew
ya peeping out the with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my
On the holes on my i craddle my gage
ya gonna do if i show up at your place
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady
Ya up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya door naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a
Happends everyday, one another the
But the suburb living is high
With a high leather city trade with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime crime
And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy 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 matter the race or the
E giving the inner city Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

five: Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That devil comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
And looking for the to kill him and i think i can
Violent J know the way so im getcha
If ya in my way im getting 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 about black or
It about wrong or right on Devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking
Now got a new case
So me a taste