Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Block

It easy. It aint easy(echo)

1:
2 am /
Im at it /
Gripping pen /
Writing song, hopefully this one, it is a gem /
Cross my fingers, compose a jingle. Hope this spins /
But I barely to the radio, dont know what in /
Perhaps I trends /
but nah I deep down within /
Thats not me. Might as be a leaf blowing in the wind /
By THEM /
Hopefully nobody I subliminally /
But I cant relate to they say / How much they make and spend /
I cant pretend / My is grime /
My pockets super /
rub it in... /
Benjamins, ballin and whipping your /
I the tv off / and now Im back at it again /
this ink pen /
Hopefully this song will with THEM /
And them in /
Is anybody out listening? /
They /
You can hear it, if you listen in /
be tripping /
Look at the clock, its 3 am /
I dose off only minutes to hop up once again /
Cuz man /

The day I stop / Is the day when I catch block /
Meantime Im right here glancing at the clock /
My eyes are shot / I try to rest but I toss and turn /
So I get back up and NO I cant sleep cuz of racing thoughts /
I got / These visions I see just can not be blocked /
Too concepts. Too many ideas off the top /
Things just keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish would stop /
Hope this ink pen runs out of ink as I just and jot /

2:

Grab more notebook paper / Stack of pens / a of 10 /
Lyrics just in / the time now going on 4am /
I close the window, cuz the rain now is just in /
As I sit back down, I begin to catch my 2nd /
A click of the pen / I start writing, but I just drop a grin /
Scratch that out. Ball that up. that in the bin /
All these flowing out at once.. Nothings making sense /
My it spins from all these concepts that have been trapped within /
I a break. Click on the radio Oh god not again /
They keep saying dead / I think its just low on oxygen /
Too much politicking, hating, dissing, beefin, knockin. /
Just stop the reality show shit and just drop a jam /
THE BEST YOU CAN / Yo flow. Go ham /
Cuz I I am /
I be damn, if I let a critics box me in /
what Im thinking / Dont know why sometimes I hold it in /
Just then I pick up the pen sitting next to the empty soda can /
And again /

The day I / Is the day when I catch writers block /
Meantime Im chilling right here glancing at the /
My eyes are shot / I try to but I toss and turn alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant cuz of these racing thoughts /
That I got / These I see just can not be blocked /
Too many concepts. Too many off the top /
Things just keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish would stop /
Hope this ink pen runs out of ink as I just and jot /

3:

As I write and jot / I eye the / Its 5am /
My body me to stop but I cant seem to drop this pen /
Too many songs up top / Nonstop they just rolling in /
By the time, Im / Its 9 o clock going on 10 pm /
then my phone it rings / Its fam and friends, like Where you been? /
Just right here at / writing songs working on music, man /
By the tone of their , I can tell that they dont understand /
Just I put the phone on silence / lower the lights on dim /
It seems to set the perfect mood, no matter the Im in /
I cue the music. Its so therapeutic, it just me in /
Soon as I can picture the concept, a movie, film /
I pick up the paper with the lyrics. Press and vent /
I nail it. First attempt, cuz hell I give it /
Cuz deep I know this is more than a hobby / Its DELIVERANCE /
Soon Ill be out of predictament, Im living in /
Until then / Ill be documenting my life this pen /
THE END /

The day I stop / Is the day I catch writers block /
Meantime Im right here glancing at the clock /
My eyes are / I try to rest but I toss and turn alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant sleep cuz of racing thoughts /
That I got / These visions I see just can not be /
Too many concepts. Too many off the top /
Things just keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish would stop /
Hope ink pen runs out of ink as I just write and jot /

(Barely 2 am, Im at it again. this pen )

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