Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

Let me just 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 rape the alphabet, I may some brows
If I press the issue just to get the out (blllt)
Full magazine could take out
Savage but ain't 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain Taylor Brown

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the y'all are
To a sub-par bar
have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, attention the
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give a 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 get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this flow
Everyone copies though? no
Get this audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
I need to stir up shit,
preferably the world up if it were up to me
wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I on the mirror, I don't see my breath
I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aw, man!
That BET was weak, it was garbage
The ain't even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and every one of
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you water is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks an olive to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No it's not, a peach!"

So finger-bang, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne hate anyway
Doesn't matter I say
me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
But I'm gonna say that I wanna say

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

But I at least he's heard it
Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To in person
To see if I really think of him
Or ask if I'm linked to
I said, "Only when it to ink and lyricists"

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