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, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds will 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 dropping them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook 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? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into 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 cripple
See I cook 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 up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas 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 in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit 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 that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that 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 up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been 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, down nigga
(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) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just 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" arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention from 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 you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim 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 fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed 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 much and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz 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 computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living 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, on the left, y'all
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,
Once you went into the house of pain 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 and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,