Luyện nghe bài hát Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay
Man, five when it's game time
drugs on my main line
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 King
Now I woke up and I'm this shit
Time change, people too
let the people change you
Pack it safe, we straight
Pull off in a coupe
Got two snow bunnies me
One one named Sue
Sue really do what Becky do
Becky with the crew (gang)
at HollyGrove
This the of the Mula
I put that on
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 hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than
I'm

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

2: Euro]

I'ma do 'em Big Meech
strip club's in '03
Like when MJ 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low
Fiends still in the Age
Goons in the strapped 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 Cash I cruise through
Two still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches showed 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 for this shit

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

[Verse 3:
I'm Steph Curry I'm
I'm all hell, when the come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got four
I'm the nigga in the city dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where lie
call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh went over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, I'm stuck in overdrive
or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All trapping in my Jesus piece like show 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 and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a
Should be overpaid, I just toast the
I ain't burn the
Man the Golden State turning than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into
Got the dreads, got me on the meds
Had a with Tez about 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 pledge, bullets gon' spread
'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the
I'm a in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich
Sunny days in the North
I'm a play, my part hoe
Turn a rock to the
Heart thrives but my heart
ride on a long road
Long days and them long
Big and we all bite
Big just all hype
Small talk, price
Alright, not
cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, mic
Stop light, stop your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of
Got fuckin problems, tryna 'em out
Niggas run in your house on my count
Bitches in they house on my call
Mula Gang, Gang, Mula Gang
Yes
I think I'm made for this

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