Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for excellent
(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, (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, then I make her my (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they again (they hatin' again)
I know they don't like it, they it in
up a check, then we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma 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 takin' it back
We get you chain, we takin' it back
for my chain, get [your fracture] for that
Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts,
I know we ballin' too much and all of pretty hoes fallin' 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 and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on 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 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' this bread, tryna it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' money
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 niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, these niggas with more than before
stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the city behind me
Spent of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly me
I'm and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain't no way in you can fuck with us
Like a bad with 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 me, I'm just warmin' up
be actin', the fuck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Aston Martin, the attire is
How we kick it, shit 'bout 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', try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you niggas is funny as
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under the

Female voice & T.I.]
Como dice Pablo 'Plata O
es como es
Que te bien, bitch!
Hey, que pase, mi
You know that
Ay,
he do?

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

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