Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know else to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
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 think of something out to say
You already it

[Verse 1 - da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of the same, plus
I'm the king, all my pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause they know they tied, feet 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 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 bars your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's
My shit is powerful, 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 about the
I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens he's thinkin'
While that 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 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
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But y'all said that

Cause sometimes I like it's so hard
For me to come up with 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!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site,
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
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 little
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, problems?
Not a problem encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's 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 marked absent
I authorize my own
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 need to blocked and as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' of envelopes
And tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or get rid of my own

I 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 give a
But y'all already said

Cause sometimes I feel it's so hard
For me to up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a for words '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 that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for it real
On the strength, no
I'm to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!