Luyện nghe bài hát Taste - Esham

[Intro: J]

The Time has come for the to run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
And like animals we kill each for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the
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 chaos in the and an end to the killings

one: Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the free
Broke out the asylum and a girl
Just ta warm u, to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats the break of dawn
Can't get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming me
That's when we team up
cause I believe throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its insane
roll around naked in the acid
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of each other
Walked in the house, him in the mouth
back the head, and pulled the brains 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 know the go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
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 (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the with a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im sick of shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a 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}
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)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed bitch}
(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 think come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse Jump Steady]

In Detroit doing time, time done
Without not solution
Without but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
Got they blown off or crippled in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in many for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and my hand into a fist
Raised in the with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to in the street
Im to war and i sent you caution
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 dont even know about the inner city war
Moneys on the in the desert but what the fuck for
the're stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i knew
ya peeping out the barn ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed hoe)
I got a mind killing rage on my change
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at place
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E /

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
Till ya hear ya holla and ya young child scream
thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door
Begging for money, like he know ya
Ya slam the in fear, but some day he'll show ya
ya at point 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
everyday, one another the other
But the suburb is high class
With a high class leather trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
homeless people commiting crime after crime
And bitches working the for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy rocks slow
And i hear ya fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya
It's time for you to crack necks
And if they dont know now, show them to expect
Cause it dont matter the or the place
Capitol E giving the inner Taste

Violent J]

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

[Verse five:

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black comming straight from the D
Im out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And looking for the to kill him and i think i can
J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya in my way im getting 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 cause it aint about black or white
It aint wrong or right on Devil's night
I burn a in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new
So give me a