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 punch the world
in the fuckin' right now

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

Motherfucker, shut the up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh,
My Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To a sub-par bar
Even an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, attention the
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten are two
Skim through the music to give a shit
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 half the shit is that you're listening
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
copies though? Probably no
Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an
Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were up to me
Paul me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I eat a pill, probably 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 strip in the tip of my with 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 flick it like a light
Like Mike Pence
Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone 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 shit so the Thames might
And your skull might like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for I ain't loud enough
Nah, the valium up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your to shut now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I at
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll turn around and just be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just his album 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
help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did
I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, 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 mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from pummel you
what it's 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 bring it to anyone in bitch who want it

I guess when you walk into BK, you 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 like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never it
'Cause it over your head, because you're too stupid 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 be, regardless
What I'll be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I it
Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of liquor
But I bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the jaws of

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all started with me
I get
My die
I ceasefire till at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught
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 my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
The Thing ain't even
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind people
Each and one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green,
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, Burger King, Gucci
Charlamagne gonna anyway
matter what 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 them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel the beast of burden
line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people
Is makin' it seem
It's startin' to defeat the
I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing, but
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 reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil 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
he knows that he will lyrically get murdered

But I at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just the Secret Service
To in person
To see if I really think of 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, up, hold up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I mean eating a
they been panning my album to death
So I been the media fingers
Don't turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the
So I ain't shit out with the press
But I just took this to the cleaners