Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

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

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your 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 making them with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a 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 while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know 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 and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the 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 hoping you protect your
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, 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 world just pee on my
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
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 freaking hands
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,