Luyện nghe bài hát Inside Your Head

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

I destroy all you MCs my mouth goes dry
Or one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head like
N, I spit one, spit again
Then I like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, play with me
I make niggas wanna be hard and out
Baggy pants and black (?) looking all out
So let me tell you what a about
I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and a navy hearse truck out
So your 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, what?
on!
(Can you, can you, me?)
Can you me motherfucker?!?
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 the running man
I hear voices in my 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 that turns exist off
Real waited for my flow
Like they for Mandela to show
So all these phony ass out here know
Your faker than a nigga fronting like his got hurt
at a bender - I call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so them 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 up your party
If you heard by now, you'd better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still 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)
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 up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks that I on
You niggas are of the type of niggas I shit on
You wanna ride my Get on
I'll you through so many one sided singles
no more joints to sin on
These rap are mi-dad (?) on
How do you niggas in the car with this nigga,
that shit on?
I'm sick and tired of and his "What, What, What"
Write rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
beat you till 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 glad that the bad kid from the made it
The last album you dropped, kid, it
Man the only thing I'll do for life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me with that sideways 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 Reverend Run Reverend
And kill female MCs like a chicken
It's Knuckles, baby, 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)

(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)