Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna down
my first
and see this takes me.
'Cause I feel I wanna punch the world
in the face right now

Let me explain how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but 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 '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, your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I 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
Billions of views, ten cents are two
Skim through the to give a shit reviews
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 half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I this choppy flow
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
Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to 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, probably I
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be
Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)

Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice
Stick it in a vice grip, it on a spike fence
Bang it with a wrench
While I my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like Mike Pence
Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

These are things that I'd do than hear you on a mic
Since 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 polarize shit so the might freeze
And your might split 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 how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter what I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
you'll turn around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad
'cause his album sucks
and now he to take 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 she'll me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch and said if I did that
I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing clone of me

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

The era I'm from will pummel you
That's what comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do, where you 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 Sean you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it

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

But y'all are like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the should have 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 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 ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll be is honest
Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any
The fact that I know I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself the jaws of defeat

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

"Aw, man!
That BET was weak, it was garbage
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 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 hate anyway
matter 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 feel like the of burden
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is it seem worthless
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I it's workin'
These are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And too scared to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will get murdered

But I at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret
To in person
To see if I think 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 my beef is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a of flesh
And yes, I mean a penis
'Cause they panning my album to death
So I been the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling
But they been puttin' me the ringer
So I ain't ironin' out with the press
But I just took this to the cleaners