Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna write
my first
and see this takes me.
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the
in the fuckin' face now

Let me just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to 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 just to get the anger out (blllt)
Full could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank
But bitch I'm off the chain like Taylor

Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' 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
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, your ten 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 just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate choppy flow
copies though? Probably no
Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am simply is just an
Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your full of syrup and lean
I need to stir 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 bleed to
I on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)

Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a fence
it with a pipe wrench
While I 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 spike

These are things that I'd do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the
I polarize shit so the Thames might
And your skull might split I bashed you upside it
I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
you'll just turn around and just be
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
'cause 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
It'll help me get back to myself and love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did
I'd just be like everyone else in the industry
an effing Recovery 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 being
And is I'm hungry
I'm you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an stomach
I heard your but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from will you
That's it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do, you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you Kendrick or Cole
Or then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in bitch who want 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 you better go get Revival

But are acting 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 line and caught it
'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally but pretend to be the smartest
your 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 I'll be is honest
when 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 that hit my bottom if I don't
myself from the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
I don't see why y'all started with me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire till at least all are
I'm eastside, be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't
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 fuckin' eyes when I

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
The Thing ain't even
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my people
and every 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 not, it's a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang
Charlamagne hate anyway
Doesn't matter I say
me Donkey 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 them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel like the of burden
That in the sand, was it even worth it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm determined to be me, the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at least 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 makin' him a wee bit
And he's too scared to answer me with
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

But I know at least he's 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 beef is more journalists
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
They can get a of flesh
And yes, I mean a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been giving the fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling
But they been puttin' me through the
So I ain't shit out with the press
But I took this beat to the cleaners