Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

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

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin'
My Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a bar
have an opinion if you, you mention me
Millions of views, the news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim the music 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 just don't get what the fuck half the 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 like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
I need to stir up shit,
preferably shake the world up if it up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all 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 white strip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike
it with a pipe wrench
While I my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a as I lay it on a spike strip

These are things that I'd rather do hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your 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 split like I bashed you it
Bitch I got the on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

Turn down for 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 caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred bucks
you'll just turn and just be like
"Man, how the fuck gonna get mad
just his album sucks
and now he wants to it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to
It'll me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the back and said if I did that
I'd just be everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an Recovery clone of me

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

The era I'm from will pummel you
what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you do, where 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 bring it to anyone in this who want it

I guess when you walk into BK, you 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 y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a
Maybe the vocals should been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the and never caught it
it went 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 ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll be is honest
Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin'
a bottle 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
Pull from the jaws of defeat

And to my feet
I see why y'all even started with me
I get
My die
I ceasefire till at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught
Now you see why I sleep
Not even a wink, I don't
I don't doze off, I don't nod to the beats
I even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

"Aw, man!
BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my people
and every one of y'all
If you call a engine 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, King, Gucci Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
matter what I say
Give me of the Day
a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm say everything that I wanna say

to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite in like a one a day
I'm not (preach)
'Cause I feel the beast of burden
line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see turnin'
Is it seem worthless
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan shrink to thirds
And I was just to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the
But if I could go back, I'd at least it
And say I empathize with the people this serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think workin'
These are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to me with words
'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered

But I know at least heard 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 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 been panning my album to
So I been giving the media
Don't wanna turn this to a sesh
But they puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out the press
But I took this beat to the cleaners