Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

Let me explain just how to make
out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm
To rape the alphabet, I may some brows
If I press the just to get the anger out (blllt)
magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no account
But I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown

Motherfucker, shut the up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh,
My Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a bar
Even an opinion if you, you mention 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 music to 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 the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone though? Probably no
Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just for me
All I am is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and
I need to stir up shit,
preferably the world 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
I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (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 pipe
While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch
vice-president 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 never see Em icy, but as cold 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 enough
Nah, the valium up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get mouths to shut now
it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
just turn around and just be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his album
and now he to take 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 to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and if I did that
I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil
I should aim at everybody in the game, a name
I'm fed up being humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm you heard bumblings
I heard you rumble like an empty stomach
I your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

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

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

But are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're retarded 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 ever be,
I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm they're gonna say I brought it
Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle of malt liquor
But I bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
myself from the jaws of defeat

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all even started 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 don't
Not even a wink, I don't
I don't off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes I sneeze

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
The Thing ain't even
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind people
Each and one of y'all
If you a fire engine green, aquamarine
Or you think water is
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks an olive to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No not, it's a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci
Charlamagne gonna hate
Doesn't what I say
me Donkey of the Day
What a way for to get underway
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)
I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it worthless
It's startin' to defeat the
I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing, but
Has the court of public reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
'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 people this evil serpent the dream to that he's deserted
But I think workin'
verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to answer me with
'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered

But I know at least heard it
'Cause Agent Orange sent the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm to terrorists
I said, "Only when it 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 of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been panning my to death
So I been giving the fingers
Don't wanna turn to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me the ringer
So I ain't shit out with the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners