Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, 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 fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every corner a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
I inject this 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 this rap shit, pullin the
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard
Far as your man go, I got young niggas wanna get him
him like 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 nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You know the nigga!

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shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns a pull before 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 to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So don't 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 thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
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 that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

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I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical and professor?
I bet y'all niggas off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya
niggas 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, probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the seven upside down slayin the clown
What the wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
Fuck wrong with