Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for being
(No se me importa. apurarte?)
now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope
(Quiero la plata, más)
And no for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)
Wrap your around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I'm so

1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I they don't like it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in
She want the D, I've been waitin' on
I've been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on
And I meant what I said, I ain't it back
We get you chain, we takin' it back
Reach for my chain, get [your fracture] for
speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please
I know we too much and all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven mami," and call it to us
If I give you my number, call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet me, she on the tour
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their Twitter, killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, tryna it to toast, forreal
They say we talk money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' money enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he combo the truck, he make a tab and I'm runnin' it up, gracias!

2: T.I.]
Let me you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, do anything
Okay, killin' niggas with more than before
stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on
In Philly, they go ask Meek about me
I'm solid and thorough, stand up as
See these niggas, I just be like, the fuck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can with us
a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and bad bitches who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, can't you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the fuck perfomin' for
'em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Aston Martin, the attire is
How we kick it, ain't 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that
Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato, go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, the vault, put you under the jail

[Outro: Female & T.I.]
dice Pablo 'Plata O Plomo'?
Así es es
Que te bien, bitch!
Hey, que pase, mi
You know nigga?
Ay,
he do?

Ask him if he got weed
Yo quiero mota
Man, what'd you just
Cómo se dice a lot of
(Yeah) Yeah yo grande mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

Ya