Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know else to say
I can't, I can't think of
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 think of something out to say
You said it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to out with a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars like ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my Glock can turn top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and disfigured it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens he's thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like 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' piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait they get a load of me 'cause

got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But y'all already that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
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 words 'cause y'all said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same that Noah built
Floatin' on the same Moses split
in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
You will be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got y'all bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, problems?
Not a I've encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you askin'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof 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 need to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this 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 Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But already said that

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a fuck
But y'all already said

Cause I feel like it's so hard
For me to up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' 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 keepin' it
On the strength, no
I'm 'bout to go pull hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!