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 other for the of others
We must move into the and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a of the same
And when we the governments children
And the streets smell of
maybe then we will see our situation in a new
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the

[Verse Violent J]

Heard going on in the free world
out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, to get it on
Cause im 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 we team up
cause I believe every deserves a good cut
in my brain its fucking insane
roll around naked in the rain
Rich fucka took me for a sucka
Now we you instead of killing each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the
Leaned back the head, and pulled the out
My list are its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know is going on
Fuck, ill the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya
i know the rich 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, have a taste!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a battle axe}
{12 bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a hobo,
while I'm on my suede couch listening to mojo)
ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass out the shower}
catch ya on the block,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the
(Who ya wit governer E?
Don't ya I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
(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 think we'd to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, a Taste})

[Verse Jump Steady]

In doing time, time being done
Without not another
nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
Got necks blown off or crippled in their fear
Now iull tell ya i been in many Schools for this
im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with to eat
So my natural to kill in the street
Im going to war and i you caution
stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, it far)
Dont let them even ya, cause you know who you are
Seems dont 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
i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a human 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 rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket i my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your
Try to ignore it time, motherfucker have a taste

[Verse four: E / Esham]

Ya a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the like in a steady pace
Ya up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya child scream
thang, thank 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 some day show ya
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont how to act
But the life and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one another the
But the suburb living is class
a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime crime
And bitches working the pike for
Then run to the rock 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 know now, show them what to
Cause it dont matter the race or the
Capitol E giving the city Taste

Violent J]

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

[Verse five:

who's 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 know the way so im gonna
If ya in my way im getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya dont
more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my

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