Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? the fuck you talkin about?
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm than y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna 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 that nigga
I send the wolves to kill nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the impact
Far as your man go, I got young that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you nigga
One on one or round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

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

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cut your fuckin head 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 teacher and
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl me, I said "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 all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
Fuck with you?