Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

On feet (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 - da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All these plains, all these lames, since the came up
Cause they know they hands tied, ball and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my with Marshall
to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a buck
While I to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's
My is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the I get
The more disgusting and disfigured 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
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your
Only incense he enlightens he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the 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 seen it first-hand like a car
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona
That decoded Da Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a of fake like 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 already said that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't give a
But y'all already said

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 y'all 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, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same that Noah built
Floatin' on the same Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude that'd try to sue a that's suicidal
You just be another victim
I am like a nickel of rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a I've encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through like they workin' for the circus
At the fire the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past it
Since I to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' absent
I authorize my own
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna my phone
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't give a
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 I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

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