Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

On your feet (On 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

1 - Royce da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
I'm the king, all my past all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the came up
they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50
Because of my relationship Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a buck
While I attempt to the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, sick, trust me n-gga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your
Only incense he enlightens when thinkin'
While that in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
Notice the flyness on the of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the
How y'all (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a waste of fake like a phony
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me

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

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't give a
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 gettin' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
Floatin' on the same Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on grave site, overkill
you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute 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 of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches to this one when she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the of my zipper
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through 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'?
Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' absent
I authorize my own
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as
Burn! Interscope up in dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna my phone
I don't which one is harder
not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I 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 fuck
But y'all already said

Cause I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up 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 writer's block
Psyche!

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

get the gasface!