Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

1 - Royce da 5'9]
I ain't calling cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past all done changed up
All plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to out with a young buck
While I attempt to f-ck the game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it
N-ggas me to go pop, oh, stop
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you in your postbox
Only incense he when he's thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all (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 Mona
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
'til 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 said

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't give a
But y'all already that

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up 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!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we on your grave site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got n-ggas' 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 with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will through hoops like 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 mark's
Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' absent
I authorize my own
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her jaw's broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't give a
But y'all said 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 already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

Man, get the
We need to start that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it
On the strength, no
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my on

get the gasface!