Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

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

Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I'm made for shit
I got the way with shit
Grind everyday for shit
Every night bad
open no closed
Make money, mo
I guess this 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 still in the Age
in the crowd strapped ho
They clap while I'm on stage!
talk, I'm immune to
Been the new kid in the new
I ain't too fond of the new
I'm an old soul in a man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise
Two still 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 pool snortin' up
I'm the all the bad college 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 I'm made for this shit

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

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

4: Lil Wayne]

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

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