Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

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

Tell that to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that
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 to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the impact
Far as your man go, I got 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 up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas 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 there, no I know you a bitch
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically 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, of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you
Tell your man 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 video like you the Don King
And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this 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 is mad bland

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I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless 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 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 roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I all this shit
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
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule 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 y'all You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
Fuck wrong you?