Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

Let me explain just how to make
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you
Ain't no allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some
If I the issue just 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 Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck y'all are
To a sub-par bar
Even an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give a reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, as us'
renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get 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 this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just for me
All I am simply is just an
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the world up if it 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, him bleed to death
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 in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike
Bang it with a pipe
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a switch
Like 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 hear you on a mic
nine-tenths 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 so the Thames might freeze
And your might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I loud enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
you'll just turn around and be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
just 'cause his sucks
and now he wants to it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did
I'd just be like everyone else in the industry
Especially an effing Recovery of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a
I'm fed up with being
And rumor is I'm
I'm you heard bumblings
I you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's it's 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 ain't
If you Kendrick or Cole
Or Sean then a goner
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 quarter pounder when you go to
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you go get Revival

But y'all are acting like I 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
'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is
when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I couldn't bottle shit any longer
The fact that I know that hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself the jaws of defeat

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all started 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 don't
Not a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the
I don't even close my eyes when I sneeze

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

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci
gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter I say
Give me 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 in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel like the beast of
That in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is it seem worthless
It's startin' to the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'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 serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I it's workin'
verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And too scared to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

But I know at least heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I really 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 meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean a penis
'Cause been panning my album to death
So I been the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a sesh
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ironin' shit out with the press
But I took this beat to the cleaners