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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown 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
traffic 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 knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock 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 enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy 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 I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus 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 basement
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me 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 child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint 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
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping 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 blacking out so long niggas 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 down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? 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 my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole 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 this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
Me and Bus put it like a sick 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, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft a wet log, force never gets clogged
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 stepped on
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 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 hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,