Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for excellent
(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 I'm dope, nigga (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)
Wrap your mind it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I'm so

[Verse 1: Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (then 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 waitin' on
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 it back
Reach for my chain, get [your 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 you my number, don't call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she on the jet with me, she on the tour
I'm in Balenci', and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji 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 really get (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' jokes)
While we gettin' money, just this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but they 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 when niggas talk 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 city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek about me
I'm solid and thorough, up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, the fuck?'
no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch 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, give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just up
be actin', the fuck 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, shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' paper
my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that flavor
Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato, go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you niggas is funny as
Run to the smoke and runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under the jail

[Outro: voice & T.I.]
Como dice 'Plata O Plomo'?
es como es
Que te bien, bitch!
Hey, que pase, mi
You that nigga?
Ay,
he do?

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

Ya