Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All these plains, all these lames, since the came up
Cause they 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 partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my Glock can turn top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' 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 from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's
While that sinks in, I got a 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 it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your up, I am the Mona Lisa
That Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my only
Wait 'til 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
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
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 think I'm runnin' out of
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the boat that Noah built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of rolled 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 through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw it
Since I decided to start diss
All black, all glass, roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to
Her need to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope 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 which one is
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But already 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 it's so hard
For me to up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words y'all already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

Man, get the
We need to start bringin' that back (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!