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 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 said it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names cause all of the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all changed up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and up
N-ggas be quick to me the new 50 Cent
of my relationship with Marshall
Used to me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably to fall out with a young buck
While I to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars 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, literally sick, trust me
It's ugly to kill a thing if the I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' it gets
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you in your postbox
incense he enlightens 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 the dead 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 a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
Wait they get a load of me 'cause

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a f-ck
But y'all said that

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

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
I stand up in this booth, n-ggas notice 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 try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a twisted
I like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a problem encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they for the circus
At the fire round the circle's 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 start Class
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been marked absent
I my own all-access
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' of envelopes
And they mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I know which one is harder
not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't a fuck
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 already it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

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