Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
What the 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 niggas think shit is
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips full of hollowtips, loose lips
Aimin at clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that to tell his man to tell that nigga
I the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Jordan of all this 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, the sign
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
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 round up the crews
But you out your shoes nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even mention my
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a
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 shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure windows is up
and your tint's passed the
So they don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin
die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell your man I he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the with 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 mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, probably 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, poppin shit
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 like
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you never be
My you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven upside jakes slayin the clown
What the wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
wrong with you?