Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? 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)
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faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
Heard garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm 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, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the

Tell that nigga to tell his man to that nigga
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
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 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 round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out shoes nigga
You the rules nigga!

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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
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
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 lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin That shits supposed to be hot?
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not 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 tint's passed the limit
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, 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
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next 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
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both
You must not understand in command
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

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I'll cut your head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
Extort niggas for fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You do nothin 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 to let the crew see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
what Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could 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 seven upside down slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
Fuck with you?