Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't what else to say
I can't, I can't 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 something out to say
You already it

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names cause all of the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be 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 fall out with a young
While I attempt to the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in is chit-chat
You are hearing like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
It's ugly to a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from
N-ggas smoke you while you staring in your postbox
incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that 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 Tobey Maguire the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand a car dealer
Give up the throne, your up, I am the Mona Lisa
That Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But y'all already said

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a f-ck
But already said that

Cause sometimes I feel it's so hard
For me to come up with 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!

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same that Noah built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we on your grave site, overkill
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 that's suicidal
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 n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I have 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, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and as spam
Burn! Interscope up in dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know one is harder
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't a fuck
But y'all already said

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

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

get the gasface!