Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like we kill each other for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our
And give them a taste of the
And when we the governments children
And the streets smell of
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

[Verse 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 cutting throats till the of dawn
nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me
That's straight we team up
cause I every throat deserves a good cut
in my brain its fucking insane
roll naked in the acid rain
bitch fucka 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 list are strong its 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
Cause i know the rich go
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

two: (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 battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the train tracks}
(Im sick of this 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 couch to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the from a tower,
or chase ya ass clear 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 hang ya ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long)
{Thought kill each other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse Jump Steady]

In Detroit time, time being done
Without not another
nothing but wicked men
How muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
Now iull tell ya cause i in many Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my instincts to kill in the street
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, cause you 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 the're stupid,The mine are
i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a life or two
End ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing waiting on my change
On the on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E /

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the city in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire it was a dream
Till ya ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, it to ya
Just wait till you see that at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll ya
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya know how to act
But the life and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one the other
But the suburb is high class
With a high leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime crime
And bitches the pike for dough
Then 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 crack necks
And if they dont know now, show what to expect
Cause it dont matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

Violent J]

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

[Verse five:

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black 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
Violent J the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya dont
Getting more than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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