Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
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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 when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
town 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 skip with
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
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 ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like 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 retail they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple and whoop '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 me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a 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)
I fling while I spit 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, look
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
head 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 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 spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
to the hood 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just 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 thumb, so I gave em the finger
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 replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
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 real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I 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 like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
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 you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world of hurt 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 and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
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,