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, nigga? Fuck with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that
I send the wolves to kill that
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
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 you choose nigga
One on one or up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my
Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga 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 it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
I not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride 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 every nigga with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's
Then pay the a hundred thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck 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 blew 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, poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be goin when you just a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
Fuck with you?