Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down 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!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, niggas already 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 stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna 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 it's mine and I'm my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that 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 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 every campus on a fucking 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, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
you telling 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 fucking with vets dawg, fucking 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 out your freaking 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, never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial 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 the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,