Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

Yo
Yo, I'm just gonna down
my thoughts
and see this takes me.
I feel like I wanna punch the world
in the fuckin' face 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 the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue to get the anger out (blllt)
Full magazine take Staples out
Savage but thinking 'bout no bank account
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 your talent? Oh,
My talent? Oh, bitch I know who the fuck y'all are
To give a bar
Even have an if you, you mention me
of views, attention the news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you
of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to 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 half the shit is that you're listening t-to
Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? no
Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea
your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
preferably shake the world up if it up to me
wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, I will
Old me kill the new me, him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I 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 white strip in the tip of my with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike
Bang it with a wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch
Like vice-president Pence
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 of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my chick!)
You never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the might freeze
And your skull might split I bashed you upside it
I got the club 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 turn around and just be like
"Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad
just 'cause his album
and now he to take it out on us?"
(ooh)
But week,
an ex-fan mailed me a of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get 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
Especially an effing Recovery of me

So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil
I should aim at 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 your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

The era I'm from will pummel you
That's what comin' to
What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to?
I'm gonna crumble you and take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't
If you Kendrick or Cole
Or Sean then a goner
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 a quarter 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 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
you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll be an artist
And I'm on myself than you could ever be, regardless
What never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're say I brought it
Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my if I don't
myself from the jaws of defeat

And rise to my
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 slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not even a wink, I don't
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 was weak, it was garbage
The Thing even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind
and every one of y'all
If you call a engine green, aquamarine
Or you think is pink
"Dawg, a date"
"Looks like an to me"
"Look, an apple"
"No it's not, a peach!"

So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate
matter what I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
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 like the of burden
That line in the sand, was it worth it?
'Cause the way I see people
Is makin' it worthless
It's to defeat the purpose
I'm my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the thing, but word
Has the court of opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm 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 serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I it's workin'
These verses are him a wee bit nervous
And too scared to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will get murdered

But I know at he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange 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 media
(Hold up, up, hold up)
I my beef is more meaty, a journalist
can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I eating a penis
'Cause they been my album to death
So I been the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a sesh
But they been puttin' me the ringer
So I ain't ironin' out with the press
But I just this beat to the cleaners