Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout 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 will appear 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
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 offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to 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 they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch 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 sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til 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 worshiping Gods, look around
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
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 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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a 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 some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the 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 smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
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 almost fell on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living 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 vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the 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 coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,