Luyện nghe bài hát Mangled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

down with the dirty time 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 move it,
now i said me,
dont make me a u-turn and come back with tha uzi,
turn the scene a movie,
and you the first nigga dead for the credits even up,

i play tha killer in the picture and you know im gon 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 gon kill 'im, gon kill 'im,
it and let me hit it,

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

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

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