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 it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong you? Like you don't,
you don't what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is up in the street
Heard garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how blood can spill?
When I inject this drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And have the nerve to let the model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better 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, 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 round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga even mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted
I'm a true and lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every runnin with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
And tell your man I know he got 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 with both
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, and inspect ya
Fuck wrong 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
girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really don't to you crabs 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 could be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
Fuck with you?