Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

Yeah,
I know what else to say
I can't, I can't 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 played out to say
You already 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 plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship Marshall
to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f-ck
We the cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a buck
While I attempt to f-ck the game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is
You are hearing bars your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me
It's ugly to kill a if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin' it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh,
about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen heroin from Boca
N-ggas smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only he enlightens when he's thinkin'
that 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 Tobey Maguire from the
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand a car dealer
Give up the throne, lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your up
Is a of fake like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my teacher
Wait 'til they get a of me 'cause

got Gucci's on my feet
on my neck
Diamonds on my
on my dick
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 I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up 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' writer's
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da
When I stand up in this booth, notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah
Floatin' on the same Moses split
in motion, but we sittin' on your 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 dude that'd try to sue a dude that's
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 n-ggas' bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she me, she bobbin', not vibin'
put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin'
Not a problem I've
I have found elephants, lions,
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the
At the round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class
All black, all glass, roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own
bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe the store to Japan
Her need to blocked and reported as spam
Burn! Interscope up in this dope and I 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 bitch or get rid of my own

I got Gucci's on my
on my neck
Diamonds on my
Bitches on my
But y'all said that

Choppers in the
Models in the
Bottles in the
But I don't a fuck
But y'all already that

Cause sometimes I feel like so hard
For me to come up with to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for 'cause 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 bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for it real
On the strength, no
I'm to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

get the gasface!