Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just write down
my first
and see this takes me.
'Cause I feel like I wanna the world
in the face right now

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

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh,
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck are
To give a bar
Even have an opinion if you, you me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
Billions of views, your ten are two
Skim through the music to give a shit
To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse
get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get 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 fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo,
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me
Not even dissin', it just for me
All I am is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were up to me
Paul me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him to death
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be
an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (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 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

These are things that I'd rather do than you on a mic
nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my (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 skull might split like I bashed you it
Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I ain't enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get mouths to shut now
When it doesn't what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
you'll just turn and just be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad
'cause his album 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 me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be everyone else in the fucking industry
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at 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 rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's it's comin' to
What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna you and I'll 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 to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it

I guess when you walk BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a quarter pounder when you go to
But if you're to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival

But are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never it
'Cause it went over your head, you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With expertise 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
Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I couldn't this shit any longer
The fact that I that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the 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 don't
Not a wink, I don't blink
I doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

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

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

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

But I know at least he's 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 it comes to ink and lyricists"

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