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 nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong 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)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And on every 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?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
Your whole is such, y'all lack the hard 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 you choose nigga
One on one or up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You the rules nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet
So what you bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I think not, of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your is up
and your tint's passed the
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 ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
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 like you the next Don King
And your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the with both hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and her
You test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for gettin up, stop and inspect ya
wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably 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 poppin
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
That really don't to you crabs in a barrel
my staff sendin you a message like 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 platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck with you?