Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip town grounds 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 dropping classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook on retail until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em 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 replacement but kind of an slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
I'm chasing 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)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your 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 baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir saying bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (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 complexion of the game, but just in case you was
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 a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
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 question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm 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 rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing 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"
if I hopped out your 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 soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so of self-esteem 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
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
you went into the house 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 them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,