Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

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

I that other shit
That's the nice motherfucker
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 change 'cause niggas 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 shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South P, bout it bout it shit
I got money, straight up thug money
brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe
I got nine hundred and ninety six plus four 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 slung
All in dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don't see none of
Bad playboy, where the fuck is the at?
Where is all the ice all the platinum under that?
ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all to me
Selling records, being you but still you to be me
I for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running thinking you got something on me
But I did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run it
That's cool, I was the first one it
Original, the future flow digital
Still busting a gat she gets 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 them all fucked
Niggas, all
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was bucks
Last year, when thought it was all up
But year I've done it again, jigga!
the fuck
Nigga whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing
I throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow me
Bet fifty, not dollars either I some dough with me
I flow like the five series, in areas
And blow in your 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, your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch plane

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