Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You
Did you see that video, nigga? wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to 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 on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow lips
Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can
When I inject this drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

Tell nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to
And have the nerve to let the model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better the white lines
up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and

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 shoes
You know the nigga!

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Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A real nigga even mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no
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 passed the
So they don't know a in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice in the video like you the next Don King
And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, it in the sand
So I can describe the picture both hands
You must not understand in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

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I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong 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 face on to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a
I'm the L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
Fuck with you?