Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Player

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

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

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Imaginary

And now you got these cats acting like they slung cats
All in they rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see in the street, I don't see none of that
Bad playboy, where the is the hummer at?
is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you to be me
I guess for every buck you make like a hundred for me
And still you running thinking you got something on me
But I did it
And y'all to take my flow, and run with it
cool, I was the first one with it
Original, the future flow digital
Still a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to

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Groupies I them all fucked
Niggas, all
Your single was nine cents, mines was four bucks
year, when niggas thought it was all up
But this year 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 in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go me, nope, flow with me
Bet fifty, not dollars I brought some dough with me
I flow like the series, in various areas
And blow holes in your niggas theories
It's funny how one can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you get your change
Ain't no in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, switch your plane

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