Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm gonna write down
my thoughts
and see where takes me.
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the
in the fuckin' face now

Let me explain how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm to break you down
Ain't no allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the just to get the anger out (blllt)
Full magazine take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil'
I'm sorry, wait, your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I know who the fuck y'all are
To a sub-par bar
Even an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, ten cents are two
Skim through the to give a shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the
Don't get misconstrued, as us'
renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're t-to
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies Probably no
Get this audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am is just an emcee
"Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and
Maybe I need to up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I
Old me kill the new me, him bleed to death
I on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)

Jam a white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe
While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch
Like Mike Pence
Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

These are that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you it
I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I ain't enough
Nah, the valium up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to now
When it doesn't what caliber I spit at
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll just around and just be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his sucks
and now he wants to it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The LP to tell me to study
help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the industry
Especially an Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, a name
I'm fed up with being
And is I'm hungry
I'm you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's what comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do, where you to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you ain't or Cole
Or Sean then you're a
I'm to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it

I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a
You can order a quarter when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a you better go get Revival

But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a
Maybe the vocals should have auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too to get it
you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll be is honest
Even when I'm they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a full of malt liquor
But I bottle this shit any longer
The fact I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
myself from the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
I don't see why even started with me
I get
My die
I don't till at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be slippin'
Now you see why I don't
Not a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the
I don't even my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
The Thing ain't orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and one of y'all
If you a fire engine green, aquamarine
Or you think is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks like an to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No not, it's a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci
Charlamagne gonna hate
matter what I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
But I'm gonna say everything that I say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel like the of burden
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's startin' to the purpose
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at least it
And say I with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I it's workin'
verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered

But I know at least he's it
Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm to terrorists
I said, "Only it comes to ink and lyricists"

But my beef is more media
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I my beef is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a of flesh
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been giving the fingers
Don't wanna this to a counselling sesh
But they puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I took this beat to the cleaners