Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run the streets paved with gold
We have in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And animals we kill each other for the hatred of others
We must move the suburbs and punish the rich 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 of death
then we will 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]

whats going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a
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 with me
That's straight when we up
cause I believe every deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its insane
roll around naked in the acid
Rich bitch fucka took me for a
Now we killing you instead of killing other
Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are strong its a saw
The government fronts like they dont know is going on
Fuck, ill take the in my own hands
Cut ya cat, cut ya down
Cause i know the go jogging
And im in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho rhymes
But ya keep the in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker a taste!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2

(Fucking you up let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the with 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 me a homeless hobo,
while I'm on my suede couch listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the from a tower,
or chase ya ass clear out the shower}
{Finally ya on the block,
take this gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit E?
ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all brew}
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long)
{Thought we'd kill each off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

three: Jump Steady]

In Detroit doing time, being done
Without not solution
Without but wicked men
How muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or in their 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 instincts to kill in the
Im to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, 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 the're stupid,The are surrounded
Think i like to pay a lesson to a
And save a human or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
ya out the barn with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya eyes hoe)
I got a mind rage 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, motherfucker a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E /

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
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
Begging for money, acting like he 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 life and the experience of a
Happends everyday, one another the
But the suburb living is class
With a class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless people commiting after crime
And bitches 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) ya bats
It's for you to crack some necks
And if dont know now, show them what to expect
Cause it dont matter the race or the
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

Violent J]

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

[Verse Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
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
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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