Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I don't what else to say
I can't, I think of nothin'
I'm
we go (Here we go)

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

[Verse 1 - Royce da
I ain't calling names cause all of 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
they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with
Used to make me a little partial, but the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a buck
While I to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy
Maybe my can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
It's ugly to a thing 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 with mailmen with from Boca
N-ggas smoke you while you staring in your 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 like Tobey from the Brothers
How realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car
up the throne, your lease 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 they get a of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my
Diamonds on my
on my wrist
Bitches on my
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 up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that built
on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your site, overkill
Aren't you Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute a new hybrid
You is too excited
You a dude try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another
I am like a nickel of rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got
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 with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump 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 askin'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
Your a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as
Burn! up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches 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
on my wrist
Bitches on my
But y'all already that

Choppers in the
in the front
Bottles in the
But I don't give a
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 for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm out of cliches
I'm gettin' block
Psyche!

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

get the gasface!