Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with
We lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill other for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and 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 governments
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 Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, to get it on
im gonna be cutting 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 every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking
roll around in the acid rain
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each
Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are its only a saw
The fronts like they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
Cause i know the rich go
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho rhymes
But ya the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, have a taste!

two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
(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 couch listening to mojo)
ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass clear out the
catch 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 ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald punk bitch}
(Stroll to the party)
{Drank all they
(Then everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it last long)
{Thought kill each other off,
didn't we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse Jump Steady]

In doing time, time being done
Without not solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know the years
Got necks 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 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 you caution
stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, you know who you are
Seems they dont know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but 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 this ghetto war for the homies that i once
ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya gonna do if i up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, have a taste

[Verse four: E / Esham]

Ya a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady
Ya wake up to gunfire 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
Begging for money, acting he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but day he'll show ya
ya at point blank 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 the other
But the suburb living is high
With a high class city trade with ya ass
And ya the rough times
Hungry people commiting 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
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
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

[Interlude: J]

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

[Verse Esham]

Guess rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
And looking for the 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 black devil, devil ya dont know
Getting pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you my name?

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