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 it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I'm so

1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then 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' again (they again)
I know they don't like it, takin' it in
Fuck up a check, then we makin' it
She like Chanel, drape her in that
She the D, I've been waitin' on that
I've been doing my thing, they've been on that
And I meant I said, I ain't takin' it back
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 pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and it to us
If I give you my number, don't call me too much,
to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with 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 suckas pop shit on their Twitter, killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' jokes (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 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 you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' and since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and 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 niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can fuck us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who 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 bitch so bad, she a foreigner
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
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 as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you the jail

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

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