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 each other for the hatred of others
We must move into the and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, is part of our life in our neighborhood
And them a taste of the same
And when we kill the 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

[Verse one: J]

Heard whats on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be throats till the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always been a psycho now coming with me
That's straight when we up
cause I believe every throat deserves a cut
Look in my brain its fucking
roll naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the 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 the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
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!

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

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, you up, shot you in the ass)
out the alleyway with a muthaphucking 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 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,
take 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 swing ya by ya
drumma looking bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the and thought it wouldn't last long)
{Thought kill each other off,
didn't think we'd to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump

In doing time, time being done
Without not another
Without nothing but men
How many muthaphuckas ive know 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 and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the
Im going to war and i sent you
JumpSteady stepping over the brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let even judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they even know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the for
Damn stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i like to pay a to a gallon
And save a human or two
End ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya closed
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the holes on my i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i 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 like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to thining it was a dream
ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, 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 know how to act
But that's the life and the of a mother
Happends everyday, one the other
But the suburb is high class
With a high class leather trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless commiting crime after crime
And bitches the pike for dough
Then they run to the sella to buy some rocks slow
And i ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) ya bats
It's for you to crack some necks
And if they dont now, show them what to expect
it dont matter the race or the place
Capitol E the inner city Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

five: 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 for the governer to kill him and i think i can
J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im wit ya
The black devil, devil ya dont know
Getting more pussy Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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