Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

my mic up
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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds will on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,