Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(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 shit on your
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 them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
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, 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 wake niggas up
Ragdolling these 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 drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come 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 your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) em, black out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a 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 pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal 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 pride 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 em back in the times (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 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 better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope 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 expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be 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 stepped on
as commercial 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 the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get 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 arms and hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,