Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What 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 Like you don't,
you know 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 think shit is sweet
That signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man 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 corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and 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 to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
Your whole crew is such, y'all 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 however you nigga
One on one or round up the crews
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a pull before 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?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every runnin with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the like you the next Don King
And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your head 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 your under
I stress ya, yet still I must check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do 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 roll, nigga poppin shit
what Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown you'll never see, I'll 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 You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck with you?