Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You 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 with it. Like your insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas shit is sweet
That busy bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I this lyrical drill, if I can't 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 this rap shit, 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 white
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, 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 you out your shoes nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my
Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
believe you went 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 for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits 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 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 don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly involvin my name with bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get 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 niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and her
You wanna a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't 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 blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
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 you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong with