Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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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 the cats get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the 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 really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better 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 have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back 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 like sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy 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 on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and '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 remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
these niggas 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 case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than 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 when I'm pushing they in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back 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, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know 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 cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might 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 range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay 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 in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day 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 me go take it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your 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 never clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went the house of pain hearing 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
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,