Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your 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 dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas 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 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 until they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the
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 sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda 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 than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's 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 live wire, 'til this shit circling back 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 this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like a bomb 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
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 light to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
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 away my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole 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 indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, 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. Abraham
Other than your husband's brains 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 I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't 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 was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking 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 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 like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
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 like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,