Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin 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 with it. your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can
When I this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
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, niggas is so wack
whole crew is such, y'all lack 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 lose niggas, we can do it however you choose
One on one or round up the nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga
You know the nigga!

[Verse
Queens shit, give me so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I it nigga 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?
niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the
And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows 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 waitin for every nigga with you
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss You stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can describe the picture both hands
You must not understand in command
I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland

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I'll cut your fuckin head off and it on your 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 niggas fall off now your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya
wrong 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
girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the
really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be platinum when you just a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the
What the fuck wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
Fuck with you?