Luyện nghe bài hát Rasta Imposter

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you about?
What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your insane or
something. (You wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
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Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think is sweet
busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me
On when heard your wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born,
And stood on every corner like a liquor
Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em up my chips
Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I 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 wolves to kill nigga
If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the
the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model
Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the
I'm so ill, niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, and split'im

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

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shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the
my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, nigga
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 lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be
Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block?
I think not, 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 your is up
and your passed the limit
So they know a faggot's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did to you
Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you
Niggas ain't thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only warm
die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin his lips
Constantly involvin my with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don
And your 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, leave it in the
So I can describe the with both hands
You must not who's 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 your 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 your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya
Extort niggas for 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"
Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga shit
Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips
I all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the on the dick
That really apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get in the sea
The King of is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, I'll forever, G
be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, O
the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or
wrong with you?