Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

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

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

got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But y'all said that

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But y'all already that

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up with to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a for words 'cause y'all already 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 booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude suicidal
You just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to one when she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the
At the fire round the right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's 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 been gettin' absent
I my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her need to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' of envelopes
And they mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to take bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But already said that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I give a fuck
But y'all said that

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

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

get the gasface!