Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm gonna write down
my first
and see this takes me.
I feel like I wanna punch the world
in the fuckin' face now

Let me just how to make greatness
out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no I'm 'bout
To the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the out (blllt)
Full magazine could Staples out
Savage but thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the like 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 fuck are
To a sub-par bar
Even have an if you, you mention me
of views, attention the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to 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 the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I this choppy flow
copies though? Probably no
Get fuckin' 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 and lean
Maybe I need to up shit,
shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill
I should eat a pill, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my
Possibly I'm dead, I be possessed
an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)

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

are things 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 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 thousand
just turn around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad
just 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
help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and if I did that
I'd just be everyone else in the fucking industry
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a
I'm fed up with being
And is I'm hungry
I'm sure you heard
I heard you rumble like an empty stomach
I heard mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

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

I when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a quarter when you go to McDonald's
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
the vocals 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, because too stupid to get it
'Cause 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 could ever be,
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll be is honest
Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle of malt liquor
But I couldn't this shit any longer
The fact that I know that hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the jaws of

And to my feet
I see why y'all even started with me
I get
My die
I ceasefire till at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, be caught 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 even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't orange
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind people
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, Pootie Tang, King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
Doesn't matter I say
me Donkey of the Day
What a way for to get underway
But I'm say everything that I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
I feel like the beast of burden
That in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the thing, but word
Has the court of public reached a verdict
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 this serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
These are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

But I know at least heard it
'Cause Agent just sent the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I think of hurtin' 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 is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been panning my album to
So I been the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling
But they puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't shit out with the press
But I just took this to the cleaners