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 fuckin' face now

Let me explain just how to greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you
no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some
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 Brown

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', bitch
I'm sorry, wait, your talent? Oh, critiquin'
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
of views, attention the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the to give a shit 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 I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy
Everyone copies 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 ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill
I eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him to death
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 white strip 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 wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a switch
Like Mike Pence
up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

These are things I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your 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 shit so the Thames might freeze
And your might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)

down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, the valium up
I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
just turn around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna 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
It'll help me get back to and she'll love me (ooh)
I the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking
an effing Recovery clone 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 being humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm sure you bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's jumbled in

The era that I'm will pummel you
That's what it's to
What the fuck are you gonna do, you runnin' to?
I'm crumble you and I'll take a number two
And on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't or Cole
Or Sean then you're a
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who it

I guess when you 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 better go get

But y'all are like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never it
'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid 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 than you could ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're say I brought it
Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull from the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
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, be caught slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not even a wink, I blink
I doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my 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 one of y'all
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you think water is
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks like an to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No not, it's a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
matter what I say
Give me of the Day
a way for 2018 to get underway
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)
I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it worthless
It's startin' to defeat the
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to
And I was just to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the
But if I could go back, I'd at least it
And say I empathize with the people this evil sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
These verses are him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered

But I at least he's 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 journalists
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I said my is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause been panning my album to death
So I been giving the media
Don't turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners