Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

I mean
I be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping Cristal
when all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know
that platinum shit
when all chicks thought it was silver and shit
I got to be the pioneer of this
Bottom
I'm to show you how to do it
it

I spit that shit
the nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, cover shit nigga
You beer money, I'm all year
I'm popping, you got to count it, it's all there money
I never money 'cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the money
I got bail money, XXL
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal
I spit the shit, you need it I got it shit
That down Master P, bout it bout it shit
I got money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress money
You got dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe
I got hundred and ninety six plus four more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with papo

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Imaginary

And now you got these young cats acting like they cats
All in they dumb rap, about how they funds stack
When I see in the street, I don't see none of that
Bad playboy, where the is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the under that?
Those ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, funny to me
Selling records, you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make like a hundred for me
And still you running thinking you got something on me
But I did it
And y'all want to my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the one with it
Original, jiggas the flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets
Sit it down, I want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I got nothing to lose

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Groupies I leave all fucked
Niggas, all
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was four
Last year, niggas thought it was all up
But this I've done it again, jigga!
the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still
kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, nothing sweet
I still t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, not dollars either I brought dough with me
I flow the five series, in various areas
And blow holes in your niggas theories
It's funny how one verse can fuck up the
You bought a 4.0 you better get change
Ain't no platinum in Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then your plane

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