Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna write
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 make
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 issue just to get the out (blllt)
Full magazine could Staples out
Savage but ain't thinking no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain Taylor Brown

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil'
I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the y'all are
To a sub-par bar
Even have an opinion if you, you me
Millions of views, attention the
I you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten are two
Skim through the 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 don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you have any idea how much I this choppy 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 ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to up shit,
preferably the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill
I should eat a pill, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him to death
I on the mirror, I don't see my breath
I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)

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

These are things I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your is about ice and
Christ man, how many times is someone gonna 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 polarize shit so the Thames freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you it
Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the up
'Cause I don't know how I'm get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I at
I'll bet a hundred 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 mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
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 everyone 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 everybody in the game, pick a
I'm fed up with being
And rumor is I'm
I'm you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an stomach
I your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm will pummel you
That's what 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 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 guess when you walk into BK, you a Whopper
You can order a quarter pounder when you go to
But if you're to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival

But y'all are acting I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the and never caught it
'Cause it over your head, because you're 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,
I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle of malt liquor
But I couldn't 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 even with me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught
Now you see why I sleep
Not a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't 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"
Shout to all my people
Each and every one of
If you call a fire green, aquamarine
Or you think water is
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks like an to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No it's not, a peach!"

So finger-bang, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
Doesn't what 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 beast of
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is it seem 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 public opinion reached a
Or yet to be determined?
I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the to that he's deserted
But I think workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit
And he's too scared to answer me with
'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 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 meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a
'Cause they panning my album to death
So I been the media fingers
Don't turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I just took beat to the cleaners