Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the you talkin 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 wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I 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 I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the fuck? You on a to self-destruct
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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 shoes nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me 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 critique my
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your is up
and your 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 with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly involvin my 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 ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, 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 y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin off and leave it on your 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 that your pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd try to sue me
girl blew 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, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out mind nigga?
You better try to go beg to come back or something
Fuck wrong with