Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong you? Like you don't,
you don't what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every like a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I send the wolves to kill that
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

L.L. lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a pull they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
Constantly involvin my name with bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King
And tell your man I he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the with both hands
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical and professor?
I bet y'all niggas off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for fucked up, stop and inspect ya
wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
Mic's my staff you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be goin when you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind
You better try to go beg to come back or something
Fuck wrong you?