Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about?
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck with you? 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)
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 heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and make em up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can
When I inject lyrical 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 kill that
If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
Your nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the impact
Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna 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 know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That supposed to be hot?
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 club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your is up
and tint's passed the limit
So they don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the picture both hands
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 thou to go and bless her
You wanna a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect 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
Your blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all this
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you crabs in a
Mic's my staff sendin you a like Pharaoh
Leave it or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the upside down jakes 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
wrong with you?