Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong 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)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage 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 my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to his man to tell that nigga
I send the to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard
Far as your man go, I got young that wanna get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im

L.L. lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or up the crews nigga
But you out your shoes nigga
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
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 take a before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
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 fact 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 sure 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 official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
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 describe the picture both hands
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
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, I'll forever, G
I'll be goin when you just a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
wrong with you?