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

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
I'm the king, all my pain all done changed up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my with Marshall
Used to make me a partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm about to fall out with a young buck
I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, bye-bye
my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, me n-gga
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The disgusting and f-ckin' 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 he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back,
the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I 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 your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony
N-gga, the mistake was like my only
Wait 'til get a load of me 'cause

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

Choppers in the
Models in the
in the club
But I don't give a
But y'all said that

Cause I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words y'all already said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm writer's block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah
Floatin' on the same Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on grave site, overkill
Aren't you Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will be another victim
I am a nickel 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 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, havin'
Not a problem encountered
I have elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, rounds
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 Class
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked
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 p-ssy need to blocked and as spam
Burn! Interscope up in 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 don't know which one is
Tryna not to take your bitch or get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I give 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 said it all
I I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm writer's block
Psyche!

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

get the gasface!