Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for being
(No se me importa. apurarte?)
now on man, fuck 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 your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of
(Mmm, papi)
God, I'm so

1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (then it again)
I fuck her twice, I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' (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 her in that
She want the D, been waitin' on that
I've been doing my thing, they've hatin' 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 when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and all of these pretty hoes for us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and 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 on Benji and she in Dior
on the 'Gram just to look 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)
niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he combo the truck, he gon' make a tab and I'm 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 their records, you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city 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 niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
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 bitches who hung her
That's how I do, ay, can't you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see 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 Chapelle me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you the jail

[Outro: voice & T.I.]
Como dice '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 some
Yo quiero mota
Man, what'd you say?
se dice a lot of weed
(Yeah) yo quiero grande mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

Ya