Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You
Did you see video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do 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 dead up in the
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin
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 clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I send the to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Michael of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my
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 real nigga wouldn't even mention my
Can't believe you 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 talkin bout? That shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, matter of fact not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in 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
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
Constantly my name with 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 he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can the picture with both hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect 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 girl 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 Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside down jakes 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
Fuck wrong you?