Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I know what else to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
I'm
we go (Here we go)

On your (On your feet)
up (Stand up)
Everybody up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Everytime I go to think of played out to say
You already it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50
Because of my with Marshall
Used to me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a young
While I 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, wavy
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 disfigured it gets
N-ggas me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's
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 Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a of fake like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
Wait 'til 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

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But already 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 words 'cause already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat Noah built
Floatin' on the same water split
Poetry in motion, but we on your grave site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a twisted
I like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' absent
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 and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or get rid of my own

I got on my feet
Diamonds on my
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But already said that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I give a fuck
But already said that

Cause I feel 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 think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

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

get the gasface!