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

[Verse 1 - da 5'9]
I ain't names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
Used to make me a little partial, but the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing like your ear against a Kit Kat
guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, sick, trust me n-gga
It's to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it gets
N-ggas 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'
that 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 like Tobey from the Brothers
How realer? (How y'all 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 a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til get a load of me 'cause

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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I give a f-ck
But y'all said that

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 said it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new
You is too excited
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little
I like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one 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 I've encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump hoops 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, as a hard-top and I saw past it
I decided 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 jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe the store to Japan
Her need to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I don't know which one is
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

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

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

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

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

get the gasface!