Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

Let me explain how to make greatness
out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some
If I press the issue just to get the out (blllt)
Full magazine could Staples out
Savage but thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the like Taylor Brown

Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a bar
Even have an if you, you mention me
of views, attention the news
I you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim the music to give a shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the
get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get to do
Or get dissed 'cause I 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 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 ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
"Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and
Maybe I need to up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I
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 evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)

Jam a Crest white in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a switch
Like vice-president Mike
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 rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will never see Em icy, but as 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 like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I ain't loud
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm get your mouths to shut now
it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a thousand bucks
you'll just around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
just 'cause his album
and now he to take it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a 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 in the fucking industry
Especially an Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil
I aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up being humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm sure you bumblings
I heard you rumble like an empty stomach
I heard mumbling 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 gonna crumble you and I'll take a two
And dump on you if you Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or
Or Sean then you're a
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who it

I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a
You can order a pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get

But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you have bought it
But I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally but pretend to be the smartest
With your 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 I'll ever be is
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I it
Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull myself the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
I don't see why 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 sleep
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!
That BET was weak, it was garbage
The ain't even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and every one of
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you think is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks like an to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No it's not, a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne hate anyway
Doesn't 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 turnin'
Is it seem worthless
startin' 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 still yet to be
'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship
But if I go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the this evil serpent 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 answer me words
'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered

But I know at he's heard it
Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in
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 is more media journalists
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I said my is more meaty, a journalist
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been my album to death
So I giving the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling
But they been puttin' me the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I just took this to the cleaners