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 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 wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
That busy signal bullshit is up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much 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 know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas 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 up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out shoes nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride sure 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 nigga with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the with both hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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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 test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I all this 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
it alone or get swallowed 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 platinum when you just a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes the clown
What the fuck wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong with