Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(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 your
Skip town grounds 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 them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the 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 I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus 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 in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like 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 surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
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 your
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just 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 emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I 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 complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, 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 running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus 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
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it to the days of old
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never 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 commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into 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 with a fan
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,