Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

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

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

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em Big Meech
strip club's in '03
Like MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low
still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd ho
They don't clap I'm on stage!
talk, I'm immune to
Been the new kid in the new
I ain't too of the new school
I'm an old in a young man
Bump Johnny when I cruise through
Two cokes a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan up signs
Born to lose but I up, always knew growing up
I I'm made for this shit

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

[Verse 3:
I'm Steph Curry I'm
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
in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the where koalas lie
call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh went over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in
Trick or treat, or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you

[Verse 4: Lil

Moms just hard on me with
Had to them B's to A's
Now im words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their and legs
I prefer a lake, I a raise
be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain't the bread
Man the Golden State turning more 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
the shit 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 in the North Pole
I'm a play, play my hoe
Turn a rock to the
Heart but my heart closed
Short on a long road
Long days and them long
Big dogs and we all
Big words just all
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of
Got fuckin problems, figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my
Bitches in they house on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for shit

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