Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip grounds will appear 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 them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an 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
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 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
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 up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (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 easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light to this tirade
It just make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal 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 world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the 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 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 commercial as my 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 of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,