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 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

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a 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 in here is chit-chat
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can your top to baby's Maybach
My is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' it gets
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm the toast
I, only f-ck with with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you you staring in your postbox
Only incense he when he's thinkin'
that sinks 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 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 first-hand a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' piece up
Is a waste of fake like a B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
'til they get a load of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But already said that

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't 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 'cause already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
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 sittin' on your grave site,
Aren't you tired? Why are you so Quiet!
dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a that's suicidal
You will just be victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little
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 me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind the inside of my zipper
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I found elephants, lions, clowns
jump through hoops like 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 mark's
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw it
I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been marked absent
I authorize my own
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she
Her been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But y'all already that

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

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

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

get the gasface!