Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't what else to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
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 said it

1 - Royce da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
I'm the king, all my pain all done changed up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
Used to 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 attempt to the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
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 you staring in your postbox
Only incense he when he's thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the of the XXL
I'm back from the like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all (How y'all realer?) If I said 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 decoded Da Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
Wait they get a load of me 'cause

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

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
But y'all already 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 y'all already said it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm writer's block
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site,
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You will just be victim
I am a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got y'all bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a I've encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops they 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'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof gettin' marked absent
I my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her jaw's been 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 is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, reach my phone
I don't know one is harder
not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
Diamonds on my
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But already said that

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I give a fuck
But y'all already said

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up 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 to start bringin' that shit 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!