Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? 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)
[Verse
Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all
When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a store
full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how blood can spill?
I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

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

L.L. lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
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 grab my
Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my
A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
Young guns take a pull before they a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet
So what you talkin bout? That shits to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more
And if you this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your 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
hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's
Punk ass crab nigga, bout his lips
involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the
Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King
And tell man I know 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, it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both
You not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad

[Verse
I'll cut your fuckin head off and it on your mom's dresser
pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and
I bet niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I stress ya, yet still I must check ya
niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do to me
If I put a in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really apply to you crabs in a barrel
my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could be
My crown you'll see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
With the seven upside jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something
Fuck with you?