Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I know what else 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 already it

1 - Royce da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of 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 they know they tied, feet ball and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship 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 fear in is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear a Kit Kat
Shady guys the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Maybach
My is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga
It's to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the
I, f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your
Only incense he enlightens when he's
While that in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I 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' piece up
Is a waste of like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my only
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
But y'all already said

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

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, notice it
Sittin' on the boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we on your grave site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will 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, just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, problems?
Not a problem I've
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like workin' for the circus
At the round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you askin'?
Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to
Her p-ssy to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or get rid of my own

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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a fuck
But y'all 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 already it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

Man, get the
We need to start bringin' that back (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some (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!