Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? the fuck you talkin about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your insane 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 bullshit is up in the street
Heard that garbage jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and to take up his
faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips full of hollowtips, loose lips
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole is such, y'all lack 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 nigga
One on one or round up the nigga
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 that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
So what you talkin That shits supposed to be hot?
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So they don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin 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
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that 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 who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

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I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your mom's dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical and professor?
I bet niggas fall off now that 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 slug in you on the low, probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me"
a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all 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 message Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside down slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong you?