Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
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 have
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging 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 shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down 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 these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 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
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit 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 ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
I bite 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 long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with 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 this
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his 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
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 thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of 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, fuck a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid 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 running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To fuck 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, splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days 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 shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living 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 full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
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 like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,