Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' (they hatin' again)
I they don't like it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, then we it back
She Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
She the D, I've been waitin' 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
Reach for my chain, get [your for that
Only speak on my name when you the facts, please
I we ballin' too much and all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and 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', and Givenchi, my pockets 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 on their Twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but they ain't gettin' money enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he the truck, he gon' 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 they
So disappointed when niggas talk on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since 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 on diamonds
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 you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who with her
That's how I do, ay, can't you the formula
Don't me, I'm just warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Aston Martin, the is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see I mean, drippin' that flavor
Fuck niggas hatin', try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, the vault, put you under the jail

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

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

Ya