Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna down
my first
and see this takes me.
'Cause I feel I wanna punch the world
in the fuckin' right now

Let me just how to make greatness
out the gate, I'm 'bout 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 Staples out
but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Brown

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck are
To a sub-par bar
Even have an if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, ten cents are two
Skim the music to give a shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, 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 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" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to up shit,
preferably the world up if it were up to me
wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I
Old me kill the new me, him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be
an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)

Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike
Bang it with a pipe
While I take my and flick it like a light switch
vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a strip

These are that 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 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 shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you it
I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I loud enough
Nah, the valium up
'Cause I don't how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll just turn around and 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 copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to
It'll me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did
I'd just be like everyone else in the industry
Especially an effing clone of me

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

The era that I'm from will you
That's what it's to
What the fuck are you do, where you runnin' 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 when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can a quarter pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you go get Revival

But y'all are acting like I to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you have bought 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 mentally retarded but to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be,
What I'll be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I it
when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I couldn't this shit any longer
The fact that I that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the jaws of

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all even with me
I get
My die
I ceasefire till at least 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' when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and one of y'all
If you call a 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
gonna hate anyway
Doesn't what 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 like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is it seem worthless
startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to
And I was just trying to do the thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at least it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to he's deserted
But I it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

But I know at least he's it
Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To in person
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 media
(Hold up, hold up, up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they panning my album to death
So I been giving the fingers
wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I just took this beat to the