Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, five when it's game time
Talking on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really you
Ain't have a clue that I was so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision shit, had a dream
me Jay Luther King
Now I up and I'm living this shit
Time change, people too
Never let the people you
Pack made it safe, we
Pull off in a cocaine
Got two snow with me
One Becky one Sue
Sue don't really do what do
sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at
the year of the Mula
I put that on
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 better than
I'm

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

2: Euro]

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

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

[Verse 3:
I'm Curry I'm Wardell
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got scales
I'm the nigga in the pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the when the smoke clears
I can 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm qualified
make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, or die? Let my bro decide
All trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

4: Lil Wayne]

Moms hard on me with grades
Had to them B's to A's
Now im turning to paper
birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just the bread
I burn the bread
Man the Golden State more than heads
Take it in my hand, it into bread
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le on the ears
try to son me Reg
I'll knock ya off the
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
plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the Pole
I'm a play, play my hoe
Turn a to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my closed
Short ride on a road
Long days and long nights
Big and we all bite
Big words all hype
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop running mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my
Bitches in they house waiting on my
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Gang
Yes
I I'm made for this shit

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