Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid 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. Like your insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
Heard that garbage dough jam, 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 load my desertees, I'm picturin
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And on every corner like a liquor store
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this 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 nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck
swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin 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 only gettin
die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I you? 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
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture both hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that 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 nigga? You can't do to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd try to sue me
Your blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
what Queens niggas'll 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
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 see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside down jakes 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 you?