Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

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

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

2: Euro]

I'ma do 'em like Big
This club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the in OT
Moore with 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 too fond of the new school
I'm an old in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash 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 who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never up on time
We the one who had in Japan throwing up signs
Born to 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
Every bad hoes
Shop open no
Make money, mo
I guess this they ask fo'
Wait,
Gang
Mula
Yeah,
Mula
Mula

3: HoodyBaby]
I'm Steph Curry I'm
I'm all hell, when the Warriors out to play yall all fail
I got scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the city pushing 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 went over your head? I'm qualified
Really make guns 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 them B's to A's
Now im turning to paper
Turning to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I a raise
Should be overpaid, I toast the bread
I burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it bread
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
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 ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on
Praying like pledge, bullets gon'
'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the
I'm a in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich
days in the North 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 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 mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my
Bitches in they house waiting on my
Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for shit

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