Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

Vengeance is mine against enemy
And I will rise thee with the force of a
men
And in your fall, I will you of an industry
designed to see me
There will be no shelter my rage
I will approach you no good intention
And reign down on you like fire 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 a cobra and spit it at his friend
You niggas of me, oh that's so gay to me
a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas wanna be and thugged out
Baggy and black (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug
When I walk a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And break the fuck out
ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy truck out
So save wake ass verse for daytime talk TV
'cause 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 Bumpy Knux, nigga
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 stand with two in my hand
I bring the running man
I hear voices in my head say "Bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear niggas say I do something, I get pissed off
Cause I'm Poke-man, digging wrist off
Trying to the main vein that turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my
Like they waited for to show
So all these ass niggas out here know
Your faker a nigga fronting 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 like it on belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: La Di Da Di, I'll shoot up party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask
trying 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 me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Knux)
It's 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 shot nobody
I'm wild niggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your all dotty
Or 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks I spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of niggas I on
You wanna 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 shit 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 ever open your mouth to ask me what a Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week
And be that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
The last album you dropped, kid, it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is it
So come at me with that sideways twisted
I'll put the 4 pound in mouth, B, and lift your thoughts
I'm the wildest in New York
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when I
Come on, I make Run Reverend Walk
And female MCs like a chicken hawk
Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha!

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

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