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 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)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard 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 y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how blood can spill?
When I 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 know why, its cause I'm still nigga
Michael 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, follow 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 lack the hard
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a true and lyrically ill poet 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 fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's 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
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 long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
Constantly involvin my name 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 he got some 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 both
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin 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 girl 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, 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 in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is you could never 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 down jakes slayin the clown
What the wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
wrong with you?