Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck 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 wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can
When I inject lyrical drill, if I can't 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 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
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 lack the hard
Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im 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 you out your shoes nigga
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a true and 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 aloud to rap no
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your make 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 nigga runnin with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with 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 he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both
You must not understand who's in
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 hundred thou to go and her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you You can't do nothin to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on to let the crew see
put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really apply to you crabs in a barrel
my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, I'll forever, G
I'll be goin when you just 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 try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
Fuck with you?