Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You
Did you see that video, nigga? wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think is sweet
That signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm than y'all
I load 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 loose
at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
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 that
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

L.L. lose niggas, we can do it however 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, tryin to critique my
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before quote a nigga
Yeah, I it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
I think not, 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 make sure windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you
Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
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 with both hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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I'll cut fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You 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, nigga poppin
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong you?