Luyện nghe bài hát Mangled

You muthafuckas see me,
put some glasses on
because run up in ya fuckin face,
its too late,
to try to run and try to get
dont try clearing ya vision thats straight;
you in the presence of face,
just the average fuckin thug,
had to if for fun bad nigga witta gun,
so run run run,
but its just that slugs comin and you'll be done done,

we even get started
lovin the war its the art of it,

and we'll your shit,
before you even realize we the niggas with the witcha,
mista sawed off, nigga bow down and this, click click, wassup!
you niggas really wanna do get the fuck up!
muthafuckas shoulda put my name in they mouth,

but ima get it out when i buck,
and you explode!

ya head ya neck no mo,
hit tha flo,
nigga realize until they been showed,
cause been told,

time after and they still actin like they dont know,
so you roll,
dont get blowed and stowed away,
in a box up that dirt,

nails in tha just to be safe,
how we play,

down with the dirty every we do it
im tha rollin with a gold tec and ill use it
so be choosy and be stupid,
walk into it,
when you see the rollin by yall betta move it,
now i excuse me,
dont make me bust a and come back with tha uzi,
the scene into a movie,
and you the nigga dead for the credits even roll up,

i play tha killer in the and you know im gon getcha cause its my script, duh
wrote and produced by me, the t-h-u-g,
when you look in the dictionary for the of thug, muthafuckas should see me

now did ya see me? (did ya see me?)
nigga do ya it? (do ya feel it?)
if im rapping and im singin bout a nigga gon 'im, gon kill 'im,
it and let me hit it,

i bust it at a fuckin nigga right at him with a or a lyric,
now you up in the middle of the crossfire, and now ya life's in danger,
get him wrap his neck with barbwire,

hang um dangle,
you can run and hide but we covered angle,
when the bullets fly niggas

get mangled.... mangled... mangled....