Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip 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 dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back 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 sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy 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 until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's 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
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the 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 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, calm nigga
(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 em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to this
It might make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but 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 you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains 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
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have every on a fucking rampage
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 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 when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like 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 on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
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 never clogged
I'm so full of that 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 as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're 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 a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,