Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the 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 with
Art, you don't 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? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
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? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging 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 fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them 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 surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together 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
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm 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 niggas is asking if the 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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir he's bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a 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 away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole 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 make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
than your husband's 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 clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed 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 when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and 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 shit 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, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia 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 that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
afraid of success than 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 last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,