Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

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

I spit other shit
That's the nice motherfucker
Fed follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, I'm all year
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there
I never change money 'cause got strange money
Knocked up, up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL
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, straight up thug
That brown paper bag under your drug money
You got show dough, little to no
Sell a of records and you still owe dough
I got nine hundred and six plus four more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough

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Imaginary

And now you got young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I see none of that
Bad playboy, where the is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice all the platinum under that?
Those Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny 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 still you running around thinking you got on me
But I did it
And y'all want to my flow, and run with it
cool, I was the first one with it
Original, the future flow digital
Still busting a gat she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want to get it confused
I rip it down, I ain't got nothing to lose

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Groupies I them all fucked
Niggas, all
Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was four
Last year, when thought it was all up
But year I've done it again, jigga!
the fuck
Nigga stop whining, jigga, shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more
Rock more Versace, ain't sweet
I still throw t'ree in body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, not dollars either I brought some with me
I flow like the five series, in areas
And blow holes in your weak theories
It's funny how one can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get change
Ain't no in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then your plane

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