Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, Fuck wrong 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)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
That busy signal is dead up in the street
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya niggas 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 can't do it, the

Tell that to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the to kill that nigga
If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your crew is such, y'all lack 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. lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews
But Can-I-Blast you out shoes nigga
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, 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, to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
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 tint's passed the
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King
And your 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 the picture with both hands
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
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 wanna test a lyrical and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on to let the crew see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside down slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
wrong with you?