Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid 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. Like fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore
And on every corner like a liquor store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how 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 that nigga
I send the wolves to that nigga
If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And have the nerve to let the model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so
whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique
A nigga wouldn't even 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 it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my
I not, matter 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 know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for every runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and you
Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm gettin warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some 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 in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

[Verse
I'll cut your head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet I must check ya
Extort for gettin fucked up, stop 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 me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I originated all shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really don't apply to you crabs in a
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G
I'll be platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, 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 with you?