Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

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

Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck 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
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'
Shit-list renewed, so get to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy
Everyone copies though? no
Get this 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 your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's of syrup and lean
I need to stir up shit,
preferably shake the world up if it up to me
Paul me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I on the mirror, I don't 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 dick with an ice
Stick it in a vice grip, it on a spike fence
Bang it with a wrench
While I my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Pence
Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip

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 is someone gonna fuck 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 Thames might
And your skull might split like I you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)

down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, the valium 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 hundred bucks
you'll just around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
just 'cause his sucks
and now he wants to 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 back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the industry
Especially an effing clone of me

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

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's what it's to
What the fuck are you gonna do, you runnin' to?
I'm crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you Kendrick or Cole
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 order a quarter when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a you better go get Revival

But are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the 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 over your head, because too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the
With expertise and knowledge, but you'll 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 I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt
But I bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that hit my bottom if I don't
Pull 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 all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught
Now you see why I don't
Not a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I 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 Thing ain't orange
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind people
Each and every one of
If you call a engine green, aquamarine
Or you water is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks an olive to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No not, it's a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang
Charlamagne gonna anyway
Doesn't what I say
me Donkey 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
line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people
Is makin' it worthless
startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds
And I was just to do the right thing, but word
Has the of public opinion reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
I'm determined to be me, critique 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 dream to that he's
But I think it's
These are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too to answer me with words
'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered

But I at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just the Secret Service
To meet in
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 is more media journalists
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I said my beef is meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they been panning my album to
So I giving the media fingers
wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ironin' shit out with the press
But I just this beat to the cleaners