Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

Vengeance is mine against mine
And I will rise against with the force 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 you with no good intention
And reign down on you like fire and destroy you!

I destroy all you MCs till my mouth dry
Or one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head B-R-A-I
N, I spit one, spit again
I turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You niggas afraid of me, oh so gay to me
Shot a for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug
When I walk a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And niggas break the out
Bring ya foot, I'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and pull a hearse truck out
So your wake ass verse for daytime talk TV
'cause I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and BVs
My heart is dirty and
Man, I would see any one of you
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 me motherfucker?!?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)

(?) and wild
And I stand like I with two fours in my hand
I bring the running 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, your wrist off
Trying to find the main vein that turns exist off
Real niggas for my flow
Like they waited for Mandela to
So all these phony ass 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 them up in ya
She know you like it on 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 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 off me, nigga

(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 me motherfucker?!?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)

You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't nobody
I'm wild like up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your all dotty
Or I'll 6 and 7 ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the that I spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of 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 niggas are (?) on
How do you niggas ride in the car with nigga,
with that on?
I'm sick and tired of and his "What, What, What"
some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till your face is ugly like Biz
If you ever your mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week
And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood it
The album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift thoughts
I'm the nigga in New York
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up I talk
Come on, I make Reverend Run Walk
And kill female MCs a chicken hawk
It's Knuckles, baby, ha!

(Can you, me?)
Can ya me, nigga?!?
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)

(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 me motherfucker?!?
I'm to you!
('cause I am in...side head)