Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

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

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

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

These are things I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your 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 freeze
And your skull might split like I you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)

Turn down for what? I ain't enough
Nah, turn the up
I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at
I'll bet a thousand bucks
you'll just around and just be like
"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 me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and if I did that
I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
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 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 do, where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll a number two
And dump on you if you Joyner
If you ain't or Cole
Or Sean then you're a
I'm 'bout to it to anyone in this bitch who want it

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

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 I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it
it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but to be the smartest
With expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself you could ever be, regardless
I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin'
With a bottle full of liquor
But I couldn't this shit any longer
The that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the of defeat

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

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The ain't even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my people
and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green,
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, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
Doesn't matter I say
me Donkey 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 them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's startin' to defeat the
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the of public opinion reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the to that he's deserted
But I it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit
And he's too scared to answer me words
'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered

But I know at least heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just the Secret Service
To in person
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, hold up, up)
I said my beef is more meaty, a
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been panning my album to
So I been the media fingers
Don't turn this to a counselling sesh
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ironin' shit out with the press
But I took this beat to the cleaners