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 gon' be dope
(Quiero la plata, más)
And no for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, (Dámelo todo, lo quiero 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, make it again (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I her my friend)
Shit, look at haters, they hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they like it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in
She want the D, I've been on that
been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on that
And I meant what I said, I ain't it back
We get you chain, we ain't it back
Reach for my chain, get [your fracture] for
Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts,
I know we ballin' too 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 with me, she on the
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in
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)
niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast,
They say we talk about too much, but maybe 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 clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, do anything
Okay, killin' niggas with more than before
stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly 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 with us
a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung her
That's how I do, ay, give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm warmin' up
be actin', the fuck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em there for the coroner
Man, my bitch so bad, she a foreigner
Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that
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 told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then and tell, open the vault, put you under the jail

[Outro: Female & T.I.]
Como dice Pablo 'Plata O
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 dice a lot of
(Yeah) Yeah yo quiero mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

Ya