Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't know what to say
I can't, I can't of nothin'
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 played out to say
You said it

[Verse 1 - da 5'9]
I ain't names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past all done changed up
All plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, ball and chained up
be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my with Marshall
Used to me a little 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, only thing I fear in is chit-chat
You are hearing like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
It's to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in postbox
Only incense he enlightens when 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 Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How 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 Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was my only teacher
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 already that

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

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

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I stand up in 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 like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too
You a that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little
I roll the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one she witcha
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a I've encountered
I found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like 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 to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I my own all-access
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my
I don't which one is harder
Tryna not to your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got on my feet
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 give a
But already said that

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

Man, get the
We need to start bringin' 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 some hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!