Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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 skip thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock 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
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck 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
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm a buck it's 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 spit live wire, 'til this shit circling around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady 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 spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping foot 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 your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
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 up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like 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, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
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, never 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 stepped on
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
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 of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,