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 nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want 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 wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple 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 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 I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while 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 leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
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)
I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
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, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(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, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from 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, you're crazy, you're wasting 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 making a bad
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
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 splashed on the
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 fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, 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 dead
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 commercial as my 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 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
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what 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 into the damn railing

Chill, man,