Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

On your feet (On 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 - Royce da
I ain't calling names all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my pain all done changed up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50
Because of my relationship Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain
We the cuz
I'm probably about to out with a young buck
While I attempt to 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 guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
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 about the champagne, I'm the toast
I, only with mailmen with heroin from Boca
that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the 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 first-hand a car dealer
up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
'til they get a load of me 'cause

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

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

Cause sometimes I feel it's 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 think I'm out of cliches
I'm writer's block
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
Floatin' on the water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another
I am a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a I've encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past it
Since I to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof gettin' marked 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 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, tryna reach my
I don't which one is harder
Tryna not to take bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a fuck
But y'all already that

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

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

get the gasface!