Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I know what else 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
I go to think of something played out to say
You said it

[Verse 1 - da 5'9]
I ain't names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause they know they hands tied, ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50
of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably to fall out with a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, sick, trust me n-gga
ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and disfigured it gets
N-ggas me to go pop, oh, stop
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's
that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a waste of like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait they get a load of me 'cause

I've got on my feet
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But y'all already that

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I give a f-ck
But y'all already said

Cause I feel like it's 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 think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I stand up in booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same that Noah built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You just be another victim
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 one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a problem encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's
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
bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, reach my phone
I don't know which one is
not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got on my feet
Diamonds on my
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But already said that

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

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

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

get the gasface!