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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on 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 them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I stop, cause
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like 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 stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them up like 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 the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em
Shameful the way I shatter, split 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 easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect child
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(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 tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the complexion 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 of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
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 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 age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment 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 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 that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does 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 railing

Chill, man,