Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of
We move 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 a taste of the same
And when we kill the children
And the streets smell of
maybe we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

[Verse Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the world
Broke out the asylum and a girl
ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats the break of dawn
Can't get me
always been a psycho now they coming with me
That's straight we team up
cause I believe every throat deserves a cut
in my brain its fucking insane
roll around naked in the acid
Rich bitch fucka took me for a
Now we killing you instead of killing each
in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned the head, and pulled the brains out
My are strong its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know what is on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
Cause i the rich go jogging
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic with the psycho psycho rhymes
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, fucking you up, you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing and i see me)
(And ya me a homeless hobo,
while I'm laying on my couch listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass clear out the
{Finally ya on the block,
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya know hang ya dead ass from a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(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 we'd to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Steady]

In Detroit doing time, being done
not another solution
Without but wicked men
How muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they blown off or crippled in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i 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 to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the governments
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they dont even know about the inner city war
Moneys on the in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i 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 ya closed eyes
(Ya out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
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 and ya young child scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but day he'll show ya
Catch ya at point 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
Happends everyday, one another the
But the suburb living is high
With a class leather city trade with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime crime
And working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock to buy some rocks slow
And i ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
It's time for you to some necks
And if they dont know now, show them to expect
Cause it dont matter the race or the
E giving the inner city Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

five: Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black 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 the way so im gonna getcha
If ya in my way im getting wit ya
The devil, that devil ya dont know
more pussy 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 or right on Devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking
Now got a new case
So me a taste