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 stupid nigga? You
Did you see video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? 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 faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is
That busy bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna 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 nigga to tell his man to tell that
I send the to kill that nigga
If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga
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 model
Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

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

[Verse
Queens shit, me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin ill poet nigga
So you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
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 passed the limit
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin
Never die, quit, and my money's long
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my with 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 picture with hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, 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 blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me"
a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin what niggas'll 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
Mic's my staff sendin you a message Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin when you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
With the upside down jakes slayin the clown
the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck wrong you?