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 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)
[Verse
Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That signal bullshit is dead up in the street
that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many 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 that nigga
I the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
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 that 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 round up the nigga
But you out your shoes 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, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even mention my
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a pull they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon for every nigga runnin with you
hit you, lace 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 money's
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
And tell your man I know he got some 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 with both hands
You must not who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

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