Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
the fuck you got to do with 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 with it. Like your fuckin or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at 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 lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill 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 mission to
And have the to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet
So what you talkin bout? That supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So they 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 official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You 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 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 niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I stress ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, and inspect ya
Fuck with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin Queens niggas'll do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't 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 never see, I'll rule forever, G
be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with