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

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
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 offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you 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? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
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 is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet,
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
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 they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together 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
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm your 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 protect child
And I been blacking out so niggas 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range 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 picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride 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 the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have campus 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
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
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 and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
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 that 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 visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,