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 down
(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 on the king 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 thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your 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 cook like I'm a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm a buck it's 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 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 light up shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just 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 of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive 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? I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but 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 you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid 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 real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a 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"
Guess if I hopped out freaking 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, 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 stepped on
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly 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, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,