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 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. your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard man's 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 streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much can spill?
When I inject this drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that to tell his man to tell that nigga
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, pullin the
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the to let the chickenhead model cluck
swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as man go, I got young niggas 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 crews
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even my lips
believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young 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 talkin bout? shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not 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 passed the limit
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 and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not understand in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's
Then pay the a hundred thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you You can't do nothin to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me"
a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, poppin shit
what Queens niggas'll do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That don't apply 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 you could never be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside down slayin the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong with