Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

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

I spit that other
That's the nice motherfucker
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit
You money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you got to count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the money
I got money, XXL money
You got flash now, one we'll reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you it I got it shit
That down South P, bout it bout it shit
I got blood money, up thug money
That brown paper bag your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no
Sell a bunch of records and you owe dough
I got nine hundred and ninety six four more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco dough 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 them in the street, I don't see of that
Bad playboy, where the is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum that?
ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, funny to me
records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got 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, the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she critical
Sit it down, I don't y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got to lose

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Groupies I them all fucked
Niggas, all
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was bucks
year, when niggas thought it was all up
But year I've done it again, jigga!
What the
Nigga stop whining, jigga, shining
kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing
I throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, not dollars either I some dough with me
I flow like the five series, in areas
And blow holes in weak niggas theories
It's how one verse can fuck up the game
You a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch plane

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