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 with it? You nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. 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
That busy bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when heard your man's shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how blood can spill?
I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that
I send the wolves to kill nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
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 nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the impact
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 however you nigga
One on one or round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out shoes nigga
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, me cream 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 real nigga even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, matter of fact not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor
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 for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
Niggas official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture with hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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