Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

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

1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, make it again (then make it again)
I her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they like it, they takin' it in
up a check, then we makin' it back
She like Chanel, drape her in that
She want the D, I've been on that
I've doing my thing, they've been hatin' on that
And I what I said, I ain't takin' it back
We get you chain, we ain't takin' it
for my chain, get [your fracture] for that
Only speak on my when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and all of these pretty 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 jump on the jet me, she on the tour
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in
Flex on the 'Gram just to like you got it, but really you broke
(but you broke)
Since pop shit on their Twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he combo the truck, he gon' 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' these with 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
hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
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 fuck us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung her
That's how I do, ay, can't you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit us normal
We Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see I mean, drippin' that flavor
niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you niggas is funny as
Run to the smoke and then and tell, open the vault, put you under the jail

Female voice & T.I.]
Como Pablo 'Plata O Plomo'?
Así es 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, what'd you say?
Cómo se a lot of weed
(Yeah) yo quiero grande mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

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