Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when heard your man's shit and went to take up his
faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many 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 to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Michael of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im

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

[Verse
shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the
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 and split you
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can the picture with both hands
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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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 and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd 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
put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really don't to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is you could never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes the clown
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
Fuck wrong you?