Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
What the 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 with it. your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when your man's wack shit and went 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 Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
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 that nigga
I the wolves 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 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, y'all niggas is so
Your whole crew is such, lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you nigga
One on one or round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
shit, give me cream so I can grab 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 even my lips
believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young take a pull 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 bout? That shits 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 in your ride make sure your windows is up
and tint's passed the limit
So don't 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, you up again and split you
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly involvin my name that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell 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

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cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do 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 on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
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 sendin you a message like
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the upside down jakes slayin the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
wrong with you?