Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

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

Motherfucker, the fuck up when 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 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 fuck the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies Probably no
Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people 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
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 the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my
Possibly I'm dead, I must be
Like an evil spell, I'm (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 a pipe wrench
I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike
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 nine-tenths of rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the
I polarize shit so the Thames might
And your skull might like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for what? I ain't loud
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I at
bet a hundred thousand bucks
you'll just turn around and be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss 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
help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like else in the fucking industry
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne
I should aim at in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with humble
And rumor is I'm
I'm sure you bumblings
I heard you wanna like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm will pummel you
what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do, 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 then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to it to anyone in this bitch who want it

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

But y'all are acting like I to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over head, because 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 be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be,
What 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
a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull myself from the of defeat

And rise to my
I don't see why y'all started with me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, be caught slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not a wink, I don't blink
I doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I

"Aw, man!
That BET cypher was weak, it was
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 matter I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
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 feel like the of burden
That in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people
Is makin' it seem
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 public reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm determined to be me, the worship
But if I go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
These verses are makin' him a wee bit
And too scared to answer me with words
he knows that he will lyrically get murdered

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

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