Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna write
my first
and see where takes me.
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the
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 allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may some brows
If I press the just to get the anger out (blllt)
Full magazine could Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck y'all are
To a sub-par bar
have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
Billions of views, your ten are two
through the music to give a shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the
get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone though? Probably no
Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am simply is just an
Maybe "Stan" just your 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, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
I'm dead, I must be possessed
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 with a wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light
Like 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 hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone 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 might freeze
And your skull split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)

Turn down for what? I loud 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
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll just turn around and be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his sucks
and now he wants to 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 back to myself and love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch and said if I did that
I'd just be everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up being humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm sure you heard
I you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's 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 I'll a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you ain't or Cole
Or Sean then you're a
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it

I guess when you into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a pounder when 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
Maybe the vocals should been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too to get it
you're 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 ever be is honest
Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a alcoholic
a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull myself the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
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 even a wink, I don't
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the
I don't close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
The Thing ain't orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my people
Each and every one of
If you call a fire engine green,
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 what I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
But I'm say everything that I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it worthless
startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base 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 determined to be me, the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at least it
And say I empathize the people this 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 me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

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

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