Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong you? Like you don't,
you don't what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
That signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm 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 every like a liquor store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas 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
him like 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 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 fuck y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to 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 before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live niggas
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? shits supposed to be hot?
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your make sure your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they 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 thats why Mom miss you
Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the with both hands
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and 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 blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I all this 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 like
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is you could never be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the upside down jakes 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
wrong with you?