Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know what to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
I'm
we go (Here we go)

On your (On your feet)
up (Stand up)
Everybody up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Everytime I go to think of something out to say
You already it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, ball and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out a young buck
While I to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in is chit-chat
You are hearing like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen with from Boca
that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he when he's thinkin'
that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the of the XXL
I'm back from the like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you your piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me

got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But already said that

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't give a
But already said that

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so
For me to come up with to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah
Floatin' on the water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on grave site, overkill
Aren't you Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another
I am like a of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, problems?
Not a problem I've
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump through hoops like they for the circus
At the fire round the right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw it
Since I decided to Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got screamin' inside of envelopes
And tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I know which one is harder
Tryna not to your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got on my feet
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But y'all already that

Choppers in the
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a fuck
But y'all already said

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words y'all already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

Man, get the
We need to start bringin' that shit (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it
On the strength, no
I'm 'bout to go pull hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!