Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get 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 dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves 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 going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See skills 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 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 know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
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 for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up boots when 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 surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split 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 together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that 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 your off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I been out so long niggas 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 nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 like a fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in 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 a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains were leaking, how'd you think 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
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot 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 of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped 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,
you went into 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 better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,