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 into the suburbs and punish the rich for ignorance
For the horror of death, is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give a taste of the same
And we kill the governments children
And the streets smell of
maybe then we see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

one: Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
Just ta warm u, 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 coming with me
straight when we team up
cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my its fucking insane
roll around naked in the rain
Rich bitch fucka me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing other
in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont what is going on
Fuck, ill the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
Cause i the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

[Verse (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway a muthaphucking battle 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 calling me a 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}
catch ya on the block,
take here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'll ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the and thought it wouldn't last long)
we'd kill each other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Steady]

In Detroit doing time, being done
Without not solution
nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive through the years
Got they necks blown off or in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in Schools for this
Cause im by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the
Im going to war and i sent you
stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they even know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn stupid,The mine are surrounded
i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a human or two
End this ghetto war for the that i once knew
ya out the barn with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed hoe)
I got a mind rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya do if i show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E /

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front naked
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day show ya
Catch ya at blank range ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya know how to act
But that's the and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one another the
But the suburb living is class
With a class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough
Hungry homeless people crime after crime
And working 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
time for you to crack some necks
And if they dont know now, show what to expect
Cause it matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city

[Interlude: J]

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

[Verse Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That devil comming straight from the D
Im out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And looking for the governer to kill him and i i can
Violent J the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The devil, that devil ya dont know
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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