Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, starting when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main
That's a sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay King
Now I woke up and I'm living this
change, people change too
Never let the people you
Pack made it safe, we
off in a cocaine coupe
Got two bunnies with me
One one named Sue
Sue don't do what Becky do
sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at
the year of the Mula
I put on Mula
Pull out the passports, a city hoe
I need a from Aruba
She say my dick like a
She lemme her medula
Then I pass hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than
I'm

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

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em Big Meech
strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the in OT
Keith Moore a low fade
Fiends in the Stone Age
Goons in the strapped ho
They don't clap I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm to
Been the new kid in the new
I ain't too of the new school
I'm an old in a young man
Bump Johnny when I cruise through
Two cokes a hot boy
But I'm too cool, hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the snortin' up lines
I'm the all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in throwing up signs
to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I I'm made for this shit

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

[Verse 3:
I'm Steph I'm Wardell
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
in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm
Oh that over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece show you right

4: Lil Wayne]

Moms just hard on me with
Had to turn B's to A's
Now im turning to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and
I a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I toast the bread
I burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more heads
it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the
Had a talk Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the
try to son me Reg
I'll ya off the ledge
pop off on sketch
Praying pledge, bullets gon' spread
Catch 'em Dez, all in ya ass
in the console
I'm a in the fishbowl
Running on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the Pole
I'm a play, play my hoe
Turn a rock to the
Heart but my heart closed
Short ride on a road
Long days and them long
Big dogs and we all
Big just all hype
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of
Got fuckin problems, figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my
Bitches in they house on my call
Mula Gang, Gang, Mula Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for this

[Hook: Jay
Wait, I think I'm made for this
I got the way with this
everyday for this shit
Every night bad
Shop no closed
Make money, mo
I this what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Gang
Yeah,
Gang
Gang,
Gang