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 can't really you
have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision shit, had a dream
Call me Jay King
Now I up and I'm living this shit
change, people change too
Never let the people you
Pack made it safe, we
Pull off in a cocaine
Got two snow 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 on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a hoe
I need a from Aruba
She say my dick like a
She fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to
When it come to head, that hoe than Super
I'm

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

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em like Big
This club's in '03
when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith with a low fade
Fiends still in the Age
Goons in the crowd ho
don't clap while I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm to
the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new
I'm an old in a young man
Bump Johnny when I cruise through
Two still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up
Born to lose but I built up, always growing up
I I'm made for this shit

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

3: HoodyBaby]
I'm Steph Curry I'm
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to yall all fail
I got scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the city dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the where koalas lie
Bitches call me bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, I'm stuck in overdrive
or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my piece like 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 fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a
Should be overpaid, I toast the bread
I burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into
Got the golden dreads, got me on the
Had a with Tez about me on the meds
the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
try to son me Reg
I'll knock ya off the
pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets spread
'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the
I'm a in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich
Sunny days in the Pole
I'm a play, play my hoe
Turn a rock to the
Heart thrives but my closed
Short on a long 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 I run in your mouth
From a dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, figure 'em out
Niggas run in your waiting on my count
in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Gang
Yes
I think I'm for this shit

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