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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
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 know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break 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 keeping over 'em
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping foot 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 your child
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (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
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
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 a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
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 ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, 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 wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope 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 of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your 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 gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
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 visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,