Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

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

I all you mcs till my mouth goes dry
Or one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's like b-r-a-i
N, I spit one, then again
Then I turn like a and spit it at his friend
You niggas of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (? ) looking all out
So let me tell you a thug about
I walk into a room it becomes dog day afternoon
And break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow luck out
I'll kill all you and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save wake ass verse for daytime talk tv
'cause I'll return you and let you ya jewels and chalk bvs
My is dirty and skeevy
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 bumpy knux, 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 I stand with two fours in my hand
I back the running man
I hear voices in my head say "bumpy can't, damn"
So when I niggas say I can't do something, I get pissed off
Cause I'm poke-man, digging your off
Trying to the main vein that turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my
Like they waited for mandela to
So all these ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got
At a fender - I call her, send her
flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: la di da di, shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask
Niggas to cut my throat, I'm still 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 me, nigga? !?
Can ya feel me, !?
(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)

You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot
I'm wild like niggas up that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all
Or I'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya all knotty
You niggas can't on the tracks that I spit on
You niggas are of the type of niggas I shit on
You ride my style? get on
I'll take you through so many one singles
Ain't no joints 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 some rhymes, nigga, or get his up up up
I'll beat you your face is made ugly like biz
If you open your mouth to ask me what a memph bleek is
week is, bumpy week celebrated
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 life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me with that twisted talk
put the 4 pound 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 make run reverend walk
And kill female mcs a chicken hawk
bumpy knuckles, baby, ha!

(can you, me? )
Can ya feel me, !?
Can ya feel me, !?
(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)

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