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 with it? You nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
That signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack and went to take up his
faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every corner a liquor store
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 rappers 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 wanna why, its cause I'm still that 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 model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas 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, deep-throated
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 lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't official why Mom Dukes miss you
your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You 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 this ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the picture both hands
You must not understand in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and 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 gettin fucked up, and inspect ya
wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, probably 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
what Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a like Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong you?