Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

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

1 - Royce 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 lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my with Marshall
Used to me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to out with a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars like your ear a Kit Kat
Shady like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
It's ugly to a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' it gets
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll you while you staring in your postbox
Only he enlightens when he's thinkin'
that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
the flyness 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 seen it like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you your piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me

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

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But y'all said that

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up shitty 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' block
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat Noah built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we 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 that's
You will just be another
I am like a nickel of weed in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my
I'm a sperate with a purpose, problems?
Not a problem I've
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in 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 start diss
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
Your 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 need to blocked and reported as
Burn! Interscope up in this and I sell it
My is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't which one is harder
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

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

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

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up with 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 to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to for keepin' it real
On the strength, no
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my on

get the gasface!