Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
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
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (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? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
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 replacement but kind of an slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
these 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 case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your up off your 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 your ass
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 suggesting you pay me, don't make me spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your 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 protect 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 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has 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, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
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 from my stinking face it was
the whole complexion 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 cause you 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?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
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 me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
fucking 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"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets
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 green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of 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 coach better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,