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 done up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up
N-ggas be quick to me the new 50 Cent
of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear a Kit Kat
guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
It's to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' it gets
N-ggas me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the
I, only f-ck mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the of the XXL
I'm back the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it like a car dealer
up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me

I've got on my feet
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But already said that

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But y'all already said

Cause sometimes I like it's so hard
For me to up with 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' writer's
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses
Poetry in motion, but we 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 just be victim
I am like a nickel of rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a problem encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw it
Since I decided to start diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked
I my own all-access
bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as
Burn! Interscope up in this and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I don't know which one is
not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I give a fuck
But y'all already that

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

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

get the gasface!