Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for being
(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, nigga (Dámelo todo, lo ya)
Wrap 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, then it again (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I 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, they it in
Fuck up a check, then we it back
She like Chanel, drape her in that
She want the D, I've been waitin' on
I've 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 fracture] for that
Only on my name when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and all of these pretty hoes for us
I say, "Ven mami," and call it to us
If I give you my number, don't me too much, comprende?
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 on their Twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just 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 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 to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they
So disappointed when niggas shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on
In Philly, they go ask Meek about me
I'm and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, 'What the
Ain't no way in hell you can with us
Like a bad with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and bad bitches who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, can't give you the
Don't me, I'm just warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the 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 our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that
Fuck niggas hatin', try me, I split that 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 runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under 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?
Cómo se dice a lot of
(Yeah) Yeah yo quiero mota
(huh?)
(Hell yeah)
Mucho (We that)

Ya