Luyện nghe bài hát The Ringer

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

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

Motherfucker, shut the up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck are
To give a bar
Even have an if you, you mention me
of views, attention the news
I mention you, for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, ten cents are two
through the music to give a shit 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 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 audio out my Audi, yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me
Not even dissin', it ain't for me
All I am is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea
Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I to stir up shit,
shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to
I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I be possessed
an evil 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 Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a strip

are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is 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 skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a (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 thousand
you'll just turn around and be like
"Man, how the sourpuss gonna get mad
just 'cause his album
and now he wants to 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 and she'll love me (ooh)
I mailed the bitch and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking
an effing Recovery clone of me

So finger-bang, wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil
I should aim at in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up being humble
And is I'm hungry
I'm sure you heard
I heard you rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's in mumbo-jumbo

The era that I'm from pummel you
That's what comin' to
What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to?
I'm crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you Joyner
If you Kendrick or Cole
Or then you're a goner
I'm to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it

I guess when you into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can a quarter pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a 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 you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but never be an artist
And I'm harder on than you could ever be, regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is
Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin'
With a bottle of malt liquor
But I couldn't this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I
Pull myself from the of defeat

And to my feet
I don't see why even started with me
I get
My die
I don't ceasefire till at least all are
I'm eastside, be caught slippin'
Now you see why I sleep
Not a wink, I don't blink
I doze off, I don't 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 even orange
Oh my God, a reach"
to all my colorblind 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, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci
gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter I say
Give me of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get
But I'm gonna say everything I wanna 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 makin' it worthless
It's startin' to the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan shrink to thirds
And I was trying to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion a verdict
Or still yet to be
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the
But if I go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people evil 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 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 think of 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, hold up, up)
I said my beef is more meaty, a
They can get a mouthful of
And yes, I eating a penis
they been panning my album to death
So I giving the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a sesh
But they been puttin' me through the
So I ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the