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 mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
(Mmm, papi)
God, I'm so

[Verse 1: Meek
Yeah, fuck up that money, then 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 again (they hatin' again)
I know they like it, they takin' it in
up a check, then we makin' it back
She Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
She want the D, I've been on that
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 [your fracture] for
Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts,
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, call 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', and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji 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, killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we about money too much, but maybe they 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 you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these 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 the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly me
I'm and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, 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 with her
That's how I do, ay, give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm warmin' up
be actin', the fuck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right there for the
Man, my look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the is formal
How we kick it, ain't 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' flavor
Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the
Skiin' in Vail, 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: voice & 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 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