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

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I 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 skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
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 beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
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
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck 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 shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing 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 pushing they in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling 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 shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
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 blacking out so long 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive 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 away from my face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass 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 Flipmode starting a
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass 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 Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down 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, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of that 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
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly 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, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and 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 about
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,