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 gon' be
(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

[Verse 1: Meek
Yeah, up that money, then make it again (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know don't like it, they takin' it in
up a check, then we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in
She want the D, I've waitin' on that
I've been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on
And I meant what I said, I ain't takin' it
We get you chain, we ain't it back
for my chain, get [your fracture] for that
Only speak on my name when you the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and all of these pretty hoes for us
I say, "Ven mami," and call it to us
If I give you my number, don't 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 and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram just to look you got it, but really you broke
(but you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their Twitter, like killers and really get (really get smoked)
Know that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we money, just burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe ain't gettin' money 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, brand new and clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more than
Been stuntin' and since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Milly about me
I'm solid and thorough, up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, 'What the
no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' her
Still hit her and them bad who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, can't give you the
stop me, I'm just warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em there for the coroner
Man, my look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is
How we kick it, ain't 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, that flavor
Fuck 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 is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you the jail

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

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

Ya