Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

we go
On feet
up
Everybody up

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

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 they hands tied, feet ball and chained up

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

But the brain fuck
We the same 'cause I'm about to fall out
a Young Buck
While I attempt to fuck the Game up

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

My shit is powerful, sick, trust me, nigga
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger 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 fuck with mailmen, with heroin Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when thinkin'
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 Tobey Maguire the Brothers
How 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 up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

I've got on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, on my dick
But y'all already said

in the trunk, models in the front
Bottles in the club but I give a fuck
But already said that

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

When I stand up in booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
in motion but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill

Aren't you tired, why are you so Quiet
Real dudes in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude suicidal

You will be another victim
I am a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie
I'm a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in
Y'all just got

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

I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin'
Not a I've encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they 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
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
I decided to start class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been marked absent

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

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

I've got Gucci's on my feet, on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my
But y'all already said

Choppers in the trunk, models in the
Bottles in the club but I don't a fuck
But y'all already that

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

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

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