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 down
(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 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 dropping classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple and whoop '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 me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like 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 for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake 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 mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long 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 down
(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) Fuck em, out nigga

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? 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
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 your ink
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you 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 sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than husband's fucking 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 ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're with 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, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force 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 as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that 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,