Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

Vengeance is mine mine enemy
And I will against thee with the force of a
men
And in your fall, I will remind you of an
to see me fail
There will be no against my rage
I approach you with no good intention
And reign down on you like fire and destroy you!

I destroy all you mcs till my goes dry
Or one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head b-r-a-i
N, I one, then spit again
Then I turn like a cobra and it at his friend
You niggas of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for shaking my too long, don't play with me
I make wanna be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (? ) all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug
When I into a room it becomes dog day afternoon
And break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your out
I'll kill all you niggas and a navy hearse truck out
So save your ass verse for daytime talk tv
I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk bvs
My heart is dirty and
Man, I see any one of you niggas
If I was ray or stevie, ha!

(can you, me? )
Can ya me, nigga? !?
Can ya me, nigga? !?
(freddie foxxx, knux)
It's knux, nigga what?
on!
(can you, can you, me? )
Can you hear me !?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)

(? ) uncontrollable and
And I stand like I with two fours in my hand
I bring back the man
I hear in my head that say "bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear say I can't do something, I get pissed off
Cause I'm poke-man, digging wrist off
Trying to find the main vein turns your exist off
niggas waited for my flow
Like waited for mandela to show
So all phony ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a nigga like his back got hurt
At a fender - I call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so craze up in ya
She know you it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: la di da di, I'll shoot up party
If you ain't by now, you'd better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm spitting from the neck
If you disrespect, you'll still get the tek

Come on! get the fuck off me,

(can you, me? )
Can ya feel me, !?
Can ya feel me, !?
(freddie foxxx, knux)
It's bumpy knux, what?
on!
(can you, can you, me? )
Can you hear me !?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)

You ain't no thug, you ain't shot nobody
I'm like niggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or I'll 6 and 7 ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks I spit on
You niggas are of the type of niggas I shit on
You ride my style? get on
take you through so many one sided singles
Ain't no more to sin on
These rap are mi-dad (? ) on
How do you niggas in the car with this nigga,
With that on?
I'm sick and of nore and his "what, what, what"
Write rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till face is made ugly like biz
If you ever open your mouth to ask me a memph bleek is
This week is, bumpy week
And be glad that the bad kid the neighborhood made it
The album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is it
So come at me that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 in your mouth, b, and lift your thoughts
I'm the nigga in new york
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up I talk
Come on, I reverend run reverend walk
And kill female mcs a chicken hawk
bumpy knuckles, baby, ha!

(can you, me? )
Can ya feel me, !?
Can ya me, nigga? !?
(freddie foxxx, knux)
It's knux, nigga what?
on!
(can you, can you, me? )
Can you hear me !?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)

(can you, me? )
Can ya feel me, !?
Can ya me, nigga? !?
(freddie foxxx, knux)
bumpy knux, nigga what?
on!
(can you, can you, me? )
Can you me motherfucker? !?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)