Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

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

[Verse 1 - da 5'9]
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same,
I'm the king, all my past pain all changed up
All these plains, all lames, since the Slaughter's came up
they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out a young buck
While I to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, sick, trust me n-gga
ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it
expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your
Only he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While 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 realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a of fake like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me

got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But y'all already that

in the trunk
Models in the
in the club
But I don't give a
But y'all already said

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

2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas it
on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water 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 a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You just be another victim
I am a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, just got scripted
Got y'all n-ggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not
Tryna put her mind into the of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump through hoops they workin' for the circus
At the round 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 decided to Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' absent
I authorize my own
bitch 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 blocked and reported as
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' of envelopes
And they mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is
Tryna not to your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

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

Choppers in the
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 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!

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