Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm 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 on your crown
Skip town grounds will 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 dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want when 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 need to cook up the coke, you see me 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 nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they 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, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet,
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and 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 chasing they
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
I light up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than 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 Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause 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 gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking 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, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
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 ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
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 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 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 fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
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 the house of pain 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
More of success than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,