Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, starting five when game time
Talking drugs on my line
That's a strange sign, I really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was so hard to get where 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 coupe
Got two bunnies with me
One Becky one Sue
Sue don't really do Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
2000 at
the year of the Mula
I put on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a hoe
I need a from Aruba
She say my like a ruler
She lemme fuck her
Then I pass that hoe to
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 this shit
everyday for this shit
Every bad hoes
Shop no closed
money, stack mo
I guess what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Gang
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 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 of the new school
I'm an old soul in a man
Bump Johnny Cash I cruise through
Two cokes 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 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 built up, always growing up
I think I'm made for this

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

3: HoodyBaby]
I'm Steph I'm Wardell
I'm all hell, when the come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got scales
I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope
in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where lie
call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm 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 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 prefer a lake, I a raise
Should be overpaid, I just the bread
I ain't burn the
Man the Golden State more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it bread
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the
Forgot the shit he said, Le on the ears
try to son me Reg
I'll ya off the ledge
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
plays 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
ride on a long road
Long days and long nights
Big and we all bite
Big words just all
talk, large 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 dollas to a hundred of commas
Got problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house on my call
Mula Gang, Gang, Mula Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for shit

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