Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. your fuckin insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than
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, loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill?
see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the

Tell nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that
If you wanna know why, its I'm still that nigga
Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him
him like a Philly, wet'im 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 shoes
You know the nigga!

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shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, to critique my physique
A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated
Young guns take a before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and lyrically ill poet nigga
So you talkin bout? That shits supposed 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 this in the club out the backdoor
And if you in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's the limit
So they don't a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and 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
Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with bullshit!
Why I diss 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 best that did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the
So I can the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland

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I'll cut your fuckin 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 under pressure
I don't ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin up, stop and inspect 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
Your girl blew me, I "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 Queens niggas'll do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really don't apply to you in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message Pharaoh
it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum you just a memory
I'm the double L, C, double O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind
You better try to go beg to come back or something
Fuck wrong with