Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll 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 dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't want that 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 better doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way I fuck shit up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm 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 and I'm putting 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 beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? 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 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, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz 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, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never 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
get you as green as a Chia 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 a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that 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 the damn railing

Chill, man,