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

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I send the wolves to kill nigga
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white 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 niggas that wanna get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im

L.L. lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, 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, deep-throated
Young guns take a pull they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
Fuck wrong 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, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really don't to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you never be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
wrong with you?