Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

Let me just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm to break you down
Ain't no allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may some brows
If I press the issue to get the anger out (blllt)
Full magazine take 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, bitch I don't know who the fuck are
To a sub-par bar
Even an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, attention the
I you, lose-lose 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
get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the 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 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" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your cup's of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to 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, I will
Old me kill the new me, him bleed to death
I on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I 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 grip, hang it on a spike fence
it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch
vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike

are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the might freeze
And your skull might split I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on like a nightstick (yeah)

down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, the valium 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 thousand
you'll turn around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
'cause his album sucks
and now he to take it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The 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 fucking
Especially an Recovery clone of me

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

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's what it's to
the fuck are you gonna do, where 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 Kendrick or
Or Sean then a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who it

I guess when you walk 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 acting like I tried to you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because 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 on myself than you could ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll 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 full of malt liquor
But I bottle this shit any longer
The that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull 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 least all are
I'm eastside, never be slippin'
Now you see why I don't
Not even a wink, I don't
I doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes 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
and every one of y'all
If you call a engine green, aquamarine
Or you water is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks an olive to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No it's not, 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 in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is makin' it worthless
It's startin' to defeat the
I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds
And I was just to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
I'm determined 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 sold the to that he's deserted
But I think workin'
These verses are him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to answer me words
'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered

But I at least he's heard it
Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I really think of him
Or ask if I'm linked to
I said, "Only when it to ink and lyricists"

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