Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin
What the fuck you got to do it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's 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 on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
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 tell nigga
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all 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, wet'im and

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can 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
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically 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 your not aloud to rap no
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up
and your tint's passed the
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly involvin my name 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 know he got some lyrics in the
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 with both
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
Fuck wrong with you 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 roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That don't apply to you crabs 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
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 or something
wrong with you?