Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm gonna write down
my first
and see where takes me.
'Cause I like I wanna punch the world
in the fuckin' face 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 the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue to get the anger out (blllt)
Full could take Staples out
Savage but thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil'
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh,
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 you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, ten cents are two
Skim through the music to a shit 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 half the shit is you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy
Everyone copies Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo,
I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just for me
All I am simply is an emcee
"Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to 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, probably I
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
Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)

Jam a white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe
I take my ballsack and flick it like a light 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 than you on a mic
nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many 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 shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I loud enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to now
When it doesn't what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand
you'll just turn around and be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad
just his album sucks
and now he wants to it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan 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 and said if I did that
I'd just be everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing 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 being humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm sure you heard
I heard you wanna like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's jumbled in

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 crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you Joyner
If you ain't or Cole
Or then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it

I guess you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
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 got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an
And I'm harder on myself than you could be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is
Even when I'm they're gonna say I brought it
when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull myself from the of defeat

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

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't orange
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 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, King, Gucci Gang
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 that I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
'Cause the way I see people
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 court of opinion 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 serpent the dream 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 he's it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Service
To in person
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 my beef is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been giving the fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners