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, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come 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
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps 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 skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
your tree 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 a weed sale
And I triple gram and '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 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 these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
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 it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get 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 from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
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 better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid 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 down
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go 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 hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz 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, everything sucks, the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and the living 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 self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a 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
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like 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 give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,