Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm 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!
while I shit 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
Stop traffic dropping classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really 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 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 enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
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
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing up like boots when 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 I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) em, black out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in 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 Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
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 stinking it was bringing
the whole complexion 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 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, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that 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 ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, 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 me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? 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 dawg, fucking internet 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 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 soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt 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 success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,