Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(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 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
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna 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 of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind 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 wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like 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 'til I'm
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
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 this shit circling back
With fire for me to melt 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 splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't 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 been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive 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 it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of that 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 as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of 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 arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
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
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,