Luyện nghe bài hát Mangled

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

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

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

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

ya head ya connection no mo,
hit tha flo,
nigga never realize until been showed,
they been told,

time after time and they actin like they dont know,
so you roll,
get blowed away 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,
dont walk it,
when you see the Line rollin by yall betta it,
now i excuse me,
make me bust a u-turn and come back with tha uzi,
turn the scene a movie,
and you the nigga dead for the credits even roll up,

i tha killer in the picture and you know im gon getcha cause its my script, duh
and produced by me, the original t-h-u-g,
when you look in the for the meaning 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 it at a fuckin nigga right at him with a pistol or a lyric,
now you up in the middle of the crossfire, and now ya life's in danger,
get him wrap his neck some barbwire,

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

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