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 of something played out to say
You said it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
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
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50
Because of my relationship Marshall
to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm about to fall out with a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only I fear in here is chit-chat
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
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 the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck mailmen with heroin from Boca
that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens he's thinkin'
While that in, I got a Brinks 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 y'all (How y'all 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 lease up, I am the Mona
That Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
'til they get a load of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But y'all said that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
But y'all already that

Cause I feel like 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 I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
I stand up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site,
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a twisted
I roll like the end in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past it
Since I to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, reach my phone
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 said that

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a fuck
But y'all said that

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so
For me to up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

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

get the gasface!