Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

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

[Verse 1: Mill]
Yeah, up that money, then make it again (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I her my friend)
Shit, at these haters, they hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they don't like it, they 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
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 [your fracture] for
speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too and all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven mami," and call 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 with me, she on the
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram just to look like you got it, but you broke
(but you broke)
Since suckas pop on their Twitter, like 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 this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they gettin' money 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 welcome you, get introduced to the
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more 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 city me
hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Milly about me
I'm and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can with us
Like a bad bitch no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung her
how I do, ay, can't give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just up
Niggas be actin', the they perfomin' for
Leave 'em there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Aston Martin, the is formal
How we it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
We Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
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
in Vail, David Chapelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then 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 that nigga?
Ay,
he do?

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

Ya