Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? the fuck you talkin about?
the fuck 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)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
That busy bullshit is dead up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough 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 nigga to his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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

[Verse
shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga even mention my lips
believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young guns take a pull before quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over 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 make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So they know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas ain't official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm gettin warm
die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
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 your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that did it, now get this motheruckin ass
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
Fuck with you nigga? 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"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
Fuck with you?