Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm gonna write down
my first
and see this takes me.
I feel like I wanna punch the world
in the face right now

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

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 give a bar
have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, attention the
I mention you, lose-lose for me, 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
get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this flow
copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo,
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me
Not even dissin', it just for me
All I am is just an emcee
"Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to up shit,
preferably shake the up if it were 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 to death
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)

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

These are that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since of your rhyme is about ice and
Christ man, how many times is someone 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 might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)

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

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

The era I'm from will pummel you
That's it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do, you runnin' to?
I'm gonna you and I'll take a number two
And on you if you ain't Joyner
If you Kendrick or Cole
Or Sean 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 expect a
You can order a pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival

But y'all are acting like I tried to you up a slider
the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never it
it went over your 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 never be an
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be,
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is
Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties a fuckin' alcoholic
With a full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this any longer
The fact that I know that 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 at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not even a wink, I blink
I don't off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The ain't even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
Each and every one of
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you think 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, Gucci
Charlamagne gonna hate
Doesn't what I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for to get underway
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 in the sand, was it even worth it?
the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem
It's startin' to the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm determined to be me, the worship
But if I could go back, I'd at reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's
verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get

But I at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just the Secret Service
To meet in
To see if I think 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 meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I giving the media fingers
Don't wanna this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me the ringer
So I ain't shit out with the press
But I just this beat to the cleaners