Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong 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)
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Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's 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 where I was and born, hardcore
And stood on corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and 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 the wolves to kill that nigga
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him 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 Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

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shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A real wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up
and tint's passed the limit
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin 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 stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture with hands
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 and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
Extort niggas for gettin 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 me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a like Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind
You try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
wrong with you?