Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin 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 what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal is dead up in the street
Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce
On heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose
Aimin at your clique and make em up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't 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 know why, its cause I'm still that
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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

[Verse
Queens shit, give me cream so I can 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 nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
guns take a pull before 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, 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 ride make sure your windows is up
and your passed the limit
So they don't know a 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
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, quit, and my money's long
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
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
too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the with both hands
You not understand 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
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your pressure
I don't ya, yet still 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 blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
a nut in her face 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
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you a memory
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the
What the fuck wrong wit niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come or something
Fuck with you?