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 your feet (On feet)
up (Stand up)
Everybody up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Everytime I go to think of something 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 pain all changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's up
Cause know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to 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 probably to fall out with a young 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 turn your top to 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 disfigured it gets
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the
I, only f-ck mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas smoke you while you staring in your postbox
incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a 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 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, your up, I am the Mona Lisa
That Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait they get a load of me 'cause

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

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a f-ck
But y'all already that

Cause I feel 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' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - da 5'9'']
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
Floatin' on the same Moses split
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 dudes is too
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You just be another victim
I am like a of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she
she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her into the inside of my zipper
I'm a with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a and I saw past it
Since I to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked
I my own all-access
bitch 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 and reported as spam
Burn! up in this dope 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 which one is harder
Tryna not to take your or tryna get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
But already said that

in the trunk
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I give a fuck
But y'all already said

Cause sometimes I feel like 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 I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

Man, get the
We need to start bringin' that shit (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to some 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!