Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know what to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
I'm

we go
On your
up
Everybody up

Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every I go to think of something played out to say
You already it, Royce

I ain't calling names 'cause all of the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past all done changed up
All these plains, all these since the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up

Niggas be quick to me the new 50 Cent
of my relationship
With Marshall, used to make me a partial

But here's the fuck
We the same 'cause I'm about to fall out
a Young Buck
While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' up

Bitch, splat, only thing I in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a
Shady guys the Navy, drive, wavy bye bye
Maybe my glock can turn your top to Maybach

My is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The more and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh,
Y'all about the champagne, I'm the toast

I fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca
Niggas smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens he's thinkin'
that 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 realer? If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car

Give up the throne, your up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a waste of fake like a phony
Nigga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my
Diamonds on my wrist, on my dick
But y'all already that

Choppers in the trunk, in the front
Bottles in the club but I don't give a
But y'all already said

'Cause I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up shit and just say, "Aye"
I'm at a for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's
(Psyche)

When I up in this booth, niggas notice it
on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses
Poetry in motion but we sittin' on grave site, overkill

you tired, why are you so loud? Quiet
Real move in silence, like 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 another
I am like a of weed rolled in a doobie
I'm a little twisted, I like the end credits in movies
Y'all just got

Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to one when she wit' ya
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryin' to put her mind the inside of my zipper

I'm a serpent with a purpose, problems
Not a problem I've
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, what are you askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past it
Since I decided to start diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked

I my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to
Her pussy need to be blocked and as spam

Bong, up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryin' to 'em to me, tryin' to reach my phone
I don't which one is harder
Tryin' to not to take bitch or tryin' to get rid of my own

I've got on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my
But already said that

Choppers in the trunk, in the front
Bottles in the club but I give a fuck
But y'all said that

'Cause sometimes I feel it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and say, "Aye"
I'm at a loss for words y'all already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block
(Psyche)

Man, get the
We to start bringin' that shit back
(Mad flavor)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go some wreck
(We in effect, money, hahaha)

Mad props to Royce for keepin' it
On the strength, no
I'm to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
get the gas face, hahahah