Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know 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

1 - Royce da 5'9]
I ain't names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the came up
they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
of my relationship with Marshall
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 f-ck the f-cking up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars like ear against a Kit Kat
Shady like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more and f-ckin' disfigured it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's
that sinks 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 y'all realer?) If I it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car
up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a f-ck
But already said that

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

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
Aren't you Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude suicidal
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed 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 bobbin' to one when she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a I've encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, 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 jaw's been broadcasted all across the from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But y'all already said

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a fuck
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 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 for keepin' it real
On the strength, no
I'm to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!