Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
town grounds will 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
Stop traffic them 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 offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like 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 a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
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 come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a 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 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 down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a 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 from my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion 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 indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other your husband's fucking brains that 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 party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
fucking 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, the next song"
if I hopped 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 a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
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 house of hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,