Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? you don't,
you know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on corner like a liquor store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject lyrical drill, if I can't 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 why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
Your whole is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young that wanna get him
him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im

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

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shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell your man I 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, it in the sand
So I can the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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I'll cut 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 teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas off now that your under pressure
I stress ya, yet still I must check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You 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 face on tape to let the see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you never be
My crown you'll 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 upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
wrong with you?