Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

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

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

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

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

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

Ya