Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, starting five it's game time
drugs on my main line
That's a sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision this shit, had a
Call me Jay Luther
Now I woke up and I'm this shit
change, people change too
Never let the people you
Pack made it safe, we
off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies me
One one named Sue
Sue don't really do Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
2000 at
This the year of the
I put on Mula
Pull out the passports, a city hoe
I need a bitch Aruba
She say my dick like a
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 I'm made for this shit
I got the way this shit
Grind everyday for shit
Every night bad
Shop no closed
money, stack mo
I this what they ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Mula
Yeah,
Mula
Mula

[Verse 2:

I'ma do 'em Big Meech
strip club's in '03
Like when MJ 69 on the Cavs in OT
Moore with a low fade
Fiends in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd ho
They don't 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
Bump Johnny Cash I cruise through
Two cokes a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool 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 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 this
Grind for this shit
Every night bad
open no closed
Make money, mo
I guess this what ask fo'
Wait,
Mula
Gang
Yeah,
Mula
Gang

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

4: Lil Wayne]

Moms just on me with grades
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 ain't burn the
Man the Golden turning 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 Mantra on the
try to son me Reg
I'll ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on
Praying like pledge, gon' spread
'em like 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, my part hoe
Turn a to the charcoal
Heart but my heart closed
Short ride on a road
Long days and them long
Big and we all bite
Big words just all
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred to a hundred of commas
Got problems, tryna figure 'em out
run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula
Yes
I think I'm for this shit

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