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 move the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the
And when we the governments children
And the streets 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

one: Violent J]

Heard whats on in the free world
out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be throats till the break of dawn
nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me
That's straight when we up
cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a
Now we killing you instead of killing each
Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know what is on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
i know the rich go jogging
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho
But ya the killer 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, you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they 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}
catch ya on the block,
take here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the and thought it wouldn't last long)
we'd kill each other off,
didn't think come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump

In Detroit time, time being done
Without not solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in fear
Now iull ya cause i been in many Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand a fist
in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural to kill in the street
Im going to war and i you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the governments
(Take it, it farther, take it far)
Dont let them judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they dont even know about the inner city 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 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 killing rage waiting on my
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

[Verse four: E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front naked
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll 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 another the
But the living is high class
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 rock sella to buy some rocks
And i hear ya fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) ya bats
It's time for you to crack some
And if they know now, show them what to expect
Cause it matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

[Interlude: J]

Yea! We to Birmingham,gross point 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 looking for the 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 black devil, that ya dont know
Getting more than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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