Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(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 it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on 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 making them with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me 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 whylin' I'm hoping you protect 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the 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 making a bad
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
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 to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer 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
Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking 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 pain hearing a 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 better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,