Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just write down
my first
and see where takes me.
I feel like I wanna punch the world
in the fuckin' right now

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

Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To a sub-par bar
Even an opinion 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 give a reviews
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 the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy
Everyone though? Probably no
Get this audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I
Old me the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
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 an ice pick
Stick it in a grip, hang it on a spike fence
it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and it like a light switch
vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a strip

These are things that I'd rather do than you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your is about ice and
Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might like I bashed you upside it
I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I at
I'll bet a hundred thousand
you'll just turn around and just be
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just his album sucks
and now he wants to it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll 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 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 you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from will you
That's what it's to
the fuck 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 into BK, you expect a
You can order a quarter pounder you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you go get Revival

But y'all are 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 the line and never caught it
it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're retarded but pretend to be the smartest
your 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 ever be is
Even when I'm gone they're say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I couldn't bottle shit any longer
The fact that I know I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull from the jaws of defeat

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all even started me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire till at 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 even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' when I sneeze

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

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang
gonna hate anyway
Doesn't what I say
Give me of the Day
a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people
Is makin' it worthless
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just to do the right thing, but word
Has the of public opinion 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 empathize with the people this evil serpent the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
These verses are makin' him a wee bit
And he's too to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he lyrically get murdered

But I know at least he's it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret
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 is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been giving the media
Don't wanna this to a counselling sesh
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' out with the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners