Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for excellent
(No se me importa. apurarte?)
From now on man, it, I'm just gon' be dope
(Quiero la plata, más)
And no for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)
Wrap mind around it and embrace it, this 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, then I make her my (then I make her my friend)
Shit, at these haters, they hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they like it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, then we it back
She Chanel, I'ma 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 meant I said, I ain't takin' it back
We get you chain, we ain't takin' it
Reach for my chain, get fracture] 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 with me, she on the
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their Twitter, like killers and get smoked (really get smoked)
niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter 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 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 welcome you, get to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and clean
So disappointed niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these with more than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since 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 and thorough, stand up as fuck
See niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can fuck us
a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just up
Niggas be actin', the fuck they for
Leave 'em right there for the
Man, my look so bad, she a foreigner
Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us
We Grand Hustle, and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that
Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split 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: voice & T.I.]
dice Pablo 'Plata O Plomo'?
Así es 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 quiero mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

Ya