Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, five when it's game time
drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't 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 Luther
Now I woke up and I'm living this
Time change, change too
let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we
Pull off in a coupe
Got two snow with me
One one named Sue
Sue don't really do Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
at HollyGrove
This the of the Mula
I put that on
out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a from Aruba
She say my like a ruler
She fuck 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 this
I got the way with this
Grind for this shit
Every night bad
Shop open no
Make money, mo
I guess what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Mula
Yeah,
Gang
Mula

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em Big Meech
This club's in '03
Like MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore a low fade
still in the Stone Age
Goons in the strapped ho
They don't while I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm to
Been the new kid in the new
I too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a man
Bump Johnny Cash I cruise through
Two still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up
Born to lose but I up, always knew growing up
I I'm made for this shit

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

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

4: Lil Wayne]

Moms just hard on me grades
Had to them B's to A's
Now im turning words to
Turning birds to haters fry wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the
I burn the bread
Man the Golden State more than heads
it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk Tez about 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 like pledge, bullets gon'
Catch 'em Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the
I'm a in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich
Sunny days in the North
I'm a play, my part hoe
Turn a to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my closed
Short on a long road
Long 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 dollas to a hundred of commas
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 shit
everyday for this shit
Every night bad
Shop open no
Make money, mo
I this what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Gang
Yeah,
Mula
Gang,
Mula