Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

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

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

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Imaginary

And now you got these young cats acting they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds
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?
Those ain't Rolex diamonds, the fuck you done to that?
Y'all niggas, y'all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you to be me
I guess for every buck you it's like a hundred for me
And still you around thinking you got something on me
But I did it
And y'all to take my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the one with it
Original, jiggas the future digital
Still busting a gat she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want 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 cents, mines was four bucks
Last year, when thought it was all up
But year I've done it again, jigga!
What the
Nigga whining, jigga, still shining
kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow me
Bet fifty, not either I brought some dough 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 your
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch plane

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