Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

Vengeance is mine against mine
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 be no shelter against my rage
I approach you with no good intention
And reign on you like hell fire and destroy you!

I destroy all you MCs till my 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 cobra and spit it at his
You afraid 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 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 niggas break the out
Bring ya foot, I'll blow your luck out
kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save your wake ass for daytime talk TV
'cause I'll 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)
Bumpy Knux, nigga 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 I stand with two fours in my hand
I bring the running man
I hear voices in my that say "Bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear niggas say I can't do something, I get off
Cause I'm Poke-man, digging wrist off
Trying to find the main vein turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my
Like waited for Mandela to show
So all phony ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a fronting like his back got hurt
at a bender - I call her, send her
flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She know you like it on your belly, got them up in ya
So I say: La Di Da Di, shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still spitting 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 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 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 ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't on the tracks that I spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of I shit on
You ride my style? Get on
I'll take you so many one sided singles
ain't no more to sin on
These rap are mi-dad (?) 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"
Write rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till your face is ugly like Biz
If you ever open mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week
And be glad that the bad kid from the made it
The last album you dropped, kid, it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is it
So at me with that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift thoughts
I'm the wildest in New York
So nigga shut your fuckin up when I talk
Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend
And kill female MCs like a chicken
Bumpy Knuckles, baby, 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 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)