Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
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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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga 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 like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them 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 fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I blacking out so long 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 nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness 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 range of emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
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 your ink
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than 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
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and 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 smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and Tech radio 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 when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play 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 gets clogged
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success 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 last piece of fan
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,