Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, starting five when it's game
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 to get where I'm at
I can vision shit, had a dream
me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm this shit
change, people change too
Never let the people you
Pack it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine
Got two bunnies with me
One Becky one Sue
Sue really do what Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
at HollyGrove
This the year of the
I put on Mula
out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch Aruba
She say my like a ruler
She lemme fuck her
Then I pass that hoe to
it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm

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

2: Euro]

I'ma do 'em like Big
strip club's in '03
Like when MJ 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low
still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd ho
They clap while 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 Cash when I through
Two still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I 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 in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always growing up
I think I'm made for this

Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I'm for this shit
I got the way this shit
Grind for this shit
Every bad hoes
open no closed
Make money, 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, when the Warriors come out to play all fail
I got scale, I got four scales
I'm the in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the clears
I can 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm qualified
Really them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like you right

[Verse 4: Lil

Moms just hard on me with
Had to turn B's to A's
Now im turning to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and
I a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I toast the bread
I ain't burn the
Man the Golden State turning more than
Take it in my hand, turn it into
Got the golden dreads, got me on the
Had a with Tez about me on the meds
the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
try to son me Reg
I'll knock ya off the
pop off on sketch
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 Pole
I'm a play, play my hoe
a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart
Short ride on a long
Long days and them long
Big dogs and we all
Big words all hype
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of
Got problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in house waiting on my count
Bitches in they waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for shit

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