Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, starting five when it's game
Talking drugs on my main
a strange 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 this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay King
Now I woke up and I'm living shit
change, people change too
Never let the change you
made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a coupe
Got two bunnies with me
One one named Sue
Sue don't really do Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
2000 at
This the of the Mula
I put that on
out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a from Aruba
She say my dick a ruler
She lemme her medula
I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than
I'm

[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil
Wait, I think I'm made for shit
I got the way with shit
everyday for this shit
Every bad hoes
Shop no closed
money, stack mo
I guess this what ask fo'
Wait,
Gang
Mula
Yeah,
Mula
Mula

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em like Big
strip club's in '03
Like MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low
still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd ho
They clap while I'm on stage!
talk, I'm immune 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 Cash when I cruise through
Two still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I to
We the ones who had good girls, by the snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan up signs
to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I'm for this shit

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

[Verse 3:
I'm Steph Curry I'm
I'm all hell, when the come out to play yall all fail
I got scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat,
I make it rumble in the jungle where lie
Bitches call me bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or Let my bro decide
All this in my Jesus piece like show you right

[Verse 4: Lil

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

[Hook: Jay
Wait, I think I'm for this shit
I got the way this shit
Grind for this shit
Every bad hoes
Shop no closed
Make money, mo
I guess this what ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Mula
Yeah,
Gang
Gang,
Mula