Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get 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
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want when 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 they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed 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 banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch 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 sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck 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 while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your 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 blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
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 attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you 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 up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when 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 front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and the living shit 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, steady on the left,
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 you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,