Luyện nghe bài hát Jefe

(Oyy papi, apurate, fuck!)
No more apologizing for excellent
(No se me importa. apurarte?)
From now on man, fuck it, I'm just be dope
(Quiero la plata, más)
And no for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, (Dámelo todo, lo quiero ya)
Wrap your 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, make it again (then make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they don't it, they takin' it in
Fuck up a check, we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma her in that
She want the D, I've been on that
been 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 takin' 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 hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and it to us
If I give you my number, 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)
suckas pop shit on their Twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' these jokes (tellin' these jokes)
While we money, just burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about too much, but maybe 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 you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the
I'm 'bout it, the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly me
I'm solid and thorough, stand up as
See these niggas, I be like, 'What the fuck?'
Ain't no way in you can fuck with us
a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung her
That's how I do, ay, can't you the formula
Don't me, I'm just warmin' up
be actin', the fuck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right there for the
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a
Aston Martin, the is formal
How we it, ain't shit '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 that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under the

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

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

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