Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more 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)
your mind around it and embrace 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 her twice, then I make her my friend (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, we makin' it back
She Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
She the D, I've been waitin' on that
been 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 takin' it back
Reach for my chain, get fracture] for that
Only speak on my when you statin' the facts, please
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, 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 and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram just to 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)
Know niggas that to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' money
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 they
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these with more than before
stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole 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 niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad 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, can't you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right for the coroner
Man, my bitch so bad, she a foreigner
Martin, the attire is formal
How we it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that
my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that flavor
Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under the jail

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

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

Ya