Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

I like
I gotta be like the to this shit, you know
I was that 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 shit
Bottom
I'm to show you how to do it
it

I spit other shit
That's the nice motherfucker
Fed time follow me around, deep shit nigga
You money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't got to it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange
Knocked up, marked up, up in the game money
I got money, XXL money
You got now, one time we'll reveal money
I spit the shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, bout it it shit
I got blood money, straight up thug
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug
You got show dough, to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe
I got nine hundred and ninety six plus more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with papo

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Imaginary

And now you got these young acting like they slung cats
All in dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
I see them 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 you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all to me
Selling records, being you but you want to be me
I guess for every buck you it's like a hundred for me
And you running around thinking you got something on me
But I did it
And want to take 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 critical
Sit it down, I want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got to lose

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

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