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 the world
in the fuckin' face now

Let me explain just how to make
Straight out the gate, I'm 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 the issue just to get the anger out (blllt)
Full magazine take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no 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 y'all are
To a sub-par bar
have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give a 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 what the half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? no
Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe your full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to up shit,
shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all me to ill
I eat a pill, probably I will
Old me the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be
Like an 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 ballsack and it like a light switch
Like Mike Pence
Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

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

Turn down for what? I ain't enough
Nah, the valium up
'Cause I don't know how I'm get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter caliber I spit at
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll turn around and just be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his album
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 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 Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, '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 your but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

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

I guess when you walk into BK, you a Whopper
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 y'all are acting like I to serve you up a slider
the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
you're 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 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 bottle full of liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any
The fact that I that I'ma 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 sleep
Not even a wink, I don't
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the
I don't even close my fuckin' when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and every one of
If you a fire 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, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang
gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite them in a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I like the beast of burden
line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is makin' it worthless
It's startin' to 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 still yet to be
'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at reword it
And say I with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
These are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to answer me words
'Cause he knows that he lyrically get murdered

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

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