Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about?
What the 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. your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can
I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
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 hard
Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose
One on one or up the crews nigga
But you out your shoes nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
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 wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell man bring 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 you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture both hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your head 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 niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
Fuck wrong 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"
a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown never see, I'll 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 slayin the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
Fuck wrong with