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 punch the
in the fuckin' right now

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

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a bar
Even have an opinion if you, you me
Millions of views, attention the
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
Billions of views, your ten are two
Skim through the music to give a shit
To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, as us'
renewed, so get shit 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 this choppy flow
copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
Maybe "Stan" isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the world up if it 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 don't see my
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, hang it on a spike
Bang it with a wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch
Like vice-president Mike
Back up on my shit in a as I lay it on a spike strip

These are things I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my (Fuck my side chick!)
You will see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might 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, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at
I'll bet a thousand bucks
just turn around and just be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his sucks
and now he to take it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and if I did that
I'd just be like everyone in the fucking industry
Especially an effing 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 with being
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 are you gonna do, where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you ain't Kendrick or
Or Sean then a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to in this bitch who want it

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

But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a
the vocals 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 mentally retarded 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 could be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all ever be is honest
Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle shit any longer
The fact that I know I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the jaws of

And to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire till at least all are
I'm eastside, never be slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not even a wink, I blink
I don't doze off, I even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't orange
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind people
Each and one of y'all
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you water 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 gonna anyway
Doesn't what I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan shrink to thirds
And I was trying 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, the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the 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 that he will lyrically get

But I know at least heard it
'Cause Orange just sent the Secret Service
To in person
To see if I really of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm to terrorists
I said, "Only when it to ink and lyricists"

But my beef is media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
They can get a of flesh
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been giving the fingers
wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' out with the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners