Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of
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 already 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 these lames, since the came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship Marshall
to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to f-ck the game up
Bitch, splat, thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady like the Navy, drive, wavy 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' disfigured it
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen with from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you you staring in your postbox
incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
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 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 Lisa
decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

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

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

Cause sometimes I 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 I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on grave site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a twisted
I roll the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past 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 been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna my phone
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to take bitch 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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I give a fuck
But already said that

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so
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 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 some (We in effect, money!)
Mad to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no
I'm to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!