Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, five when it's game time
Talking on my main line
That's a sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was working so to get where I'm at
I can vision shit, had a dream
me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm living shit
Time change, people too
Never let the change you
made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine
Got two snow with me
One Becky one Sue
Sue don't really do Becky do
Becky sexual with the (gang)
2000 at
the year of the Mula
I put on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a hoe
I a bitch from Aruba
She say my like a ruler
She fuck her medula
Then I pass hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe than Super
I'm

Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I I'm made for this shit
I got the way with shit
Grind everyday for shit
night bad hoes
Shop open no
Make money, mo
I guess what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Gang
Yeah,
Mula
Mula

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em like Big
This strip in '03
Like when MJ 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low
Fiends in the Stone Age
in the crowd strapped ho
They don't while I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm to
Been the new kid in the new
I ain't too fond of the new
I'm an old in a young man
Bump Johnny when I cruise through
Two cokes a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up
I'm the all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, knew growing up
I think I'm made for shit

[Hook: Jay
Wait, I think I'm for this shit
I got the way with this
Grind everyday for this
night bad hoes
Shop open no
money, stack mo
I this what they ask fo'
Wait,
Gang
Mula
Yeah,
Mula
Mula

3: HoodyBaby]
I'm Steph Curry I'm
I'm all hell, when the Warriors out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got scales
I'm the in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the clears
I can 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where lie
Bitches call me bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm over
Really them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you

4: Lil Wayne]

Moms hard on me with grades
Had to them B's to A's
Now im turning to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a
Should be overpaid, I toast the bread
I ain't the bread
Man the State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, it into bread
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le on the ears
try to son me Reg
I'll ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on
Praying like pledge, gon' spread
'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the
I'm a shark in the
plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North
I'm a play, play my hoe
a rock to the charcoal
Heart but my heart closed
Short on a long road
days and them long nights
Big and we all bite
Big just all hype
talk, large price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop running your 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of
Got fuckin problems, tryna 'em out
run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Gang, Mula Gang
Yes
I I'm made for this shit

Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I'm for this shit
I got the way this shit
Grind everyday for shit
Every bad hoes
open no closed
Make money, mo
I guess this they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Mula
Yeah,
Mula
Gang,
Gang